Getting Well Lyrics

This house is making me sick

Four walls are closing in

Knife to the gut

Dread fills the room

Goodbye my friend

You were gone to soon

I found you on the kitchen floor

With blood from the wrist had stained to your clothes

Another cry for help

Another night where I thought you were getting well

But I can hear you now

I guess it was the only way out

I'm happy to hear

You're happy my dear

I'm happy to hear

You're happy

Your blood is stained to your clothes

Oh god it's stained to your clothes

There's blood on my hands

Your body cold to the floor

Soaked in

What the fuck have you done?

17 years old found dead with a blade on the kitchen bench

Failure wrapped around your fucken neck

Failure the only thing you had fucken left