It's 11:52   And I'm stepping over you   Your in the other room   With slit wrists adorned       I can't believe she told you   When we promised not too   She broke her promise   You should never break your promise       Oh no, what a mess   My carpeting is crimson red   How do I clean a stain   That was left right here by your vein       Police are at the door   They're going to think it was me   Why'd he use my knife   I better take that knife       I've got to get away   The back door is my escape   They won't find me   With crimson hands       Don't you know   I'm the man   And I don't need to wash my hands   Don't you know   I'm the man   And I don't need to wash my hands       It was her who made my brother cut his wrists