DEATHWISH
My blood is boiling over
The temperature's too high
I look in the mirror
To see the look in my eye
My mind goes blank
As I slowly lay and die
And all I see is red
And the smell of death rises
My lips become faint
And my eyes become bold
And the blood stops boiling
And the temperature turns cold
This is what sadness does to you
And now the only thing to mark my life
Is a bottle of vodka
And a sharp bladed knife