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She lies dead on the bathroom floor,
Don't recognise her own name no more,
Miss-count the slow beats of her heart,
Drown her sorrows with another vodka shot.

Press blade to skin,
Watch the blood flow.

Tears stain her pre-aged face,
Looking for a release from the pain,
Dig the knife deeper,
Perhaps she'll feel something then.

And still the blood flows.

Eye's pleading for release,
From this never ending hell,
Cannot find that inner peace,
Wake up screaming in the night.

Press the knife deeper,
Still blood swells.

She lies cold on that bathroom floor,
Waiting for the end to come,
As darkness surrounds her,
In comes her one true love,
And steals her away.

Blood stops flowing.