Deadly thoughts fill her mind
Deadly things fill her room
This is her life, not much but hers
The deadly thoughts grow and grow

She takes one deadly thing
Feels is, scrapes it against the skin
Breaking a little, she sighs
Presses harder, the ribbons she dreams of stream out

She feels faint, closes her eyes
She falls, this is the deepest she has been
Maybe it is over, she thinks
Maybe this is right, tonight she dies

Tonight I tell you a story of my life