Goodbye and Bad luck.

It wasn't like this before,
Now I'm sitting,
Next to my closed door,
The blood spilling from my throat,
Still wondering,
Whether or not?

The knife is in my hand,
Only a bit more pain to suffer,
Then the end of this game,
No one to refer,
The end is like ice,
Only waiting to be burned,
My soul is tainted,
possibly destroyed,
Now I ask to burn all your toys.

The end is near,
No more love for me,
I want to die, lash out, you see?
My family is in shame,
But not anymore,
Once I'm dead,
There'll be no more war,
The therapy will stop,
The money they'll make,
They won't even cry,
Beg for my awake.

Raise the knife to my throat,
Let out a faint cry,
Don't worry, Hun I'm soon to die,
Lay down on the floor, waiting for death,
When mum walks in and looses her breath,
You don't really care do you?
You're probably happy, giddy,
You never stayed true,
And as you weep over my lifeless corpse,
I'll never grin, or smile or talk,
But I never did that anyway,
What's to lose when your daughter's a prey?