I watched my blood drizzle down the drain.
All my thoughts were focused on my pain.
Not the pain that flowed out through my vein.
But the thought that there is nothing left to gain.
(Chorus)
Well now baby it's time, time for me to die
Well yeah, I'm worried that everybody won't cry
Everday is so slow, solw baby so slow
Don't you worry it hurts me more than you know
Well someday God will leave us all behind
Ditching us for all our sins and lies
And the devil's never that far behind
He'll tell you just how much you meant in life
(Chorus 2)
Baby it's time!(time) Time to die
Well I'm worried (cause everybody won't cry)
Everyday is so slow! (slow) Baby so slow.
Don't you worry (it hurts me more than you know)
(Chorus)
Well I watched my blood drizzle down the drain.
All my thoughts were focused on my pain.
Not the pain that flowed out through my vein.
But the thought that there is nothing left to gain.
Suicide- I wrote it in 8th grade for an expressive song assignment in class and despite the fact that after this song was submitted I was taken and placed at the Aroura Mental Facility, I recieved a 100% and the song was placed in a contest in which I had recieved $50 as a prize in third place as well as the opportunity to perform the song at a district choir concert. I just found it and thought it would be interesting to share on Teenhut.
All my thoughts were focused on my pain.
Not the pain that flowed out through my vein.
But the thought that there is nothing left to gain.
(Chorus)
Well now baby it's time, time for me to die
Well yeah, I'm worried that everybody won't cry
Everday is so slow, solw baby so slow
Don't you worry it hurts me more than you know
Well someday God will leave us all behind
Ditching us for all our sins and lies
And the devil's never that far behind
He'll tell you just how much you meant in life
(Chorus 2)
Baby it's time!(time) Time to die
Well I'm worried (cause everybody won't cry)
Everyday is so slow! (slow) Baby so slow.
Don't you worry (it hurts me more than you know)
(Chorus)
Well I watched my blood drizzle down the drain.
All my thoughts were focused on my pain.
Not the pain that flowed out through my vein.
But the thought that there is nothing left to gain.
Suicide- I wrote it in 8th grade for an expressive song assignment in class and despite the fact that after this song was submitted I was taken and placed at the Aroura Mental Facility, I recieved a 100% and the song was placed in a contest in which I had recieved $50 as a prize in third place as well as the opportunity to perform the song at a district choir concert. I just found it and thought it would be interesting to share on Teenhut.
But I'm not close to perfect. I'm not close to sane. I'm not the one to worship. And I'm not the one to blame.