I put the dull side to my wrist
Call it a practice run
Wondering if I will be missed
The day the deed is done

You may call it what you like
I call it, had enough
It may look a lot like suicide
But what it is, is freedom's road

It don't much matter where it goes
I only know of where I've been
And there I hope against all hope
I never do go back again

So I place the dull side to my wrist
And call it a practice run
All the while wondering if I'll be missed
On the day the deed is done