As I watch the blood that pour out
I feel no pain at all
I just watch as it drips off my skin
Drip, drip, drip
Every drop is like a tear
The tears that I’ve cried for so long
The blood on my wrist will bring salvation
Drip, drip, drip
But though I do wonder
Did I make the right choice
It’s too late to turn back now
Drip, drip, drip
As the last drops of blood pour out
I don’t think of anything
All I can hear is the dripping of my blood
Drip, drip, drip
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