Anthony Smith - Drip Drip

I lie on the floor
With a blade in my hand.
My radio is tuned
To my favorite band

The very first cut,
I start tot bleed
One more cut,
Is all I need

The blood drips down
Onto the floor
As I get up
To lock the door

Who will miss me
When I die?
Who had wished
They’d said Good-bye?

It doesn’t matter
So why should I try
To continue with life
When I can just die

Anthony Smith

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