The sun is high,
by Tyler Tillett
There's no one else home,
It only takes one slit on the wrist,
And only time can tell.
Love, hate, fear, pain, family, friends, others.
It only takes one slit.. and time to tell.
Its one.. and i'm still living. Mom and dad wont be home.
Now only time can tell. Not going any where but
Sitting here letting the blood drip.. drip.. drip.