Did you see the blood that filled the sinks?
The razor just above
Could it all somehow be linked?
Her long blonde hair mops the tiles,
as the mirror reflects her crooked smile
Her newly tattooed wrists and her lightly clenched fists
She whispered, "Stay with me as I fade away"
A scribbled note in which she wrote, a way to say,
"I'm ready to go
So take my hand, Lord (Lord) and lead the way
'Cause I'm ready to go"