Suicidal tendencies
Open my wrists and sever my tendons I plead
Music written in red
Death around the corner, you're a tease
Feelings of sorrow and dread
You're my dependency
Self-destructive habits
Laying soulless, overdosing
Only if you knew the things I said.... To myself
Woven thoughts of despair overflowing
Continuing to target me, they overwhelm
If I died what would be, for I'm already dead