• Drip Drip
    is the sound of the blood falling off my wrist.
    As I sit here in the tub
    waiting for the job to be done.
    I sit here and think about what i've done.
    Was it worth it in the end?
    I've cryed and cryed to help end the pain.
    No matter what I did you never disappeared.
    Everytime you were near,
    i was in fear.
    I wanted it to stop.
    So i lay here and watch the clock.