death eludes your eager wrists
dancing on that blade
clenched tightly in your fist

You begin to cry
you want to die
nothing is fair
and nobody cares

You urge the knife
to split the skin
to leak the crimson
liquid within

death eludes your eager wrists
dancing on that blade
clenched tightly in your fist

You beg and plead
for your wrists to bleed
you want the pain to
finally be freed

the blade is resting
on your harm
you try to force it
to do you harm

death eludes your eager wrists
dancing on that blade
clenched tightly in your fist

something inside
is making you stop
its pushing your anger
over the top

what other emotion
can be so strong
its been holding you back
all along

You look inside and find yourself
and find a person crying for help
would you kill that person in need
and burden yourself with such a deed

death eludes your eager wrists
dancing on that blade
clenched tightly in your fist

with shaking hands
and a watery eye
you realize this is not
your way to die

you will die when
you are old
you'll be grateful then
a thousand fold

That you didnt
slash your wrist
and you dropped the knife
from within your fist

It would never help you
escape reality
It would have ended
your mortality

Death eludes your eager wrists
dancing on that blade
clenched tightly in your fist

There are other ways to
ease the pain of yesterdays
methods that so simplisticly
help you escape your reality

Death eludes your eager wrists
as you look at the blade that's
no longer in your fists.