"Hello little suicide,
What are you doing up?
Making one more red line?
Making one more cut?
What do you think it will prove,
When you're all scarred in the end?
Do you think that'll give God a reason,
To let your spirit mend?"

"Hello silent angel,
Do you know of what you speak?
Do you see the pretty suicide,
Lying at your feet?
Your lack of words is killing,
All she had left inside.
She's falling more than ever,
That little suicide."

"Sorry little sufferer,
I can not ease your pain.
Please put down the razor,
With the crimson colored stain.
The night shall bring you shelter,
Your dreams will grant you peace.
The only gifts I offer,
To help your soul release."

"It's over petty angel.
There's nothing left to say.
My tears were left unnoticed,
Now there's a price to pay.
Don't say another word now,
It's time for me to die.
There's no way you can save me.
I'm just a suicide."