• I'm sitting on the floor, in my room.
    I'm feeling down, I'm feeling gloom.
    I'm all alone, there's no one here.
    For what I'm about to do, I feel no fear.
    The blade I'm holding, is very sharp.
    Should I cut my hands, or my heart?
    The blood is spilling, I'm near the end.
    Goodbye cruel world, Goodbye dear friend...