The answer's always the same, what went right today?
Should I end it now? I already know the answer.
One cut, two cut, three cut four, one more I might make it to the
white door.
Making myself suffer in the pain I deserve.
Aimlessly crying into my new wound. The knife doesn't work.
Feeling guilty, time for a walk. Here comes my auntie.
Sitting in the car, riding through Leeds. Why must that bus turn?
Imagining what would happen if this bridge collapsed. That bus would
indicate towards the passenger seat.
Lara wouldn't care. She never has. She never knew. Would she even
notice if I
was dead.
In totally different worlds. Our hearts on different wavelengths.
Lara.
The only thing to come out of a life dedicated to school.
Fate makes it through the traffic, back home.
The car stops, back home.
The torment starts again. Might as well end it now.
But I won't. Back to the bedroom. The knife sharp as ever.
The torment starts again.