Slit My Wrists (The Loud Family)

I thought love would come so easily Once I had time to spend And who would guess That time was not my friend (Mother) I don't assign vindictive blame That you'll cry when you read No, not for trying Just to give me what I need But what I need is not fresh tears I need not to feel the loss of the love and the years What I need is not ways to go on What I need is to slit my wrists and be gone The more alone I felt the more the celebration grew All the way down Van Ness Avenue But I no longer take so lightly walking down that street With nothing left between it and my feet But what I need is not cut cost What I need is a life where I've won All the times that I've lost What I need is not ways to go on What I need is to slit my wrists and be gone