The blade is sharp, my hopes are high
Tonight is the night I plan to die.
I dig in deep, like a carving tool
Dying young, a hopeless fool.
Living is for the loved, dying is for the not
The temperature starts rising I start to feel hot.
My time is nearly over, my mum runs through the door
She touches my pale skinI am alive no more.
On a lighter note, I found my can-top collection :)