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On the bathroom floor,
For the final time.

There is a subtle ease with it,
A gentle flow with the gentle flow,
But this is the final time.

Flashes of emotion,
Happy. Sad.
More bad than good,
But there was good,
And this is the final time.

One flick of the wrist,
And the final deed is done.
On the bathroom floor,
For the final time.

You build the courage,
Mold it,
Shape it,
Form it.
For the final time.

And with a flick of your wrist,
The final deed is done.
The gentle flow isn't so gentle this time.
It hurts more than it used to,
You don't think about it much.
You don't think about anything,
Because this is the final time.

You feel the release,
This is what you wanted right?
Sweet relief isn't what it seemed like,
But there is no turning back now,
Because this is the final time.

You start to fade,
You eyesight dims,
The lights in your head start to go out,
But before you go the last thing you see is her,
Your little sister.

She was the good memories,
The best of the best,
But the final deed is done,
You can't undo it,
Not this time.

You leave her.
You leave everything,
Scarred like your wrist,
The damage has been done,
But it doesn't matter anymore,
Because this is where it ended.

On the bathroom floor,
For the final time.