Testo Annabel

She lays out on the table
A pair of shears, a ball of twine
Her mother’s meds she could pair with
Her father’s favorite wine

Now which of these will work the most and hurt the least?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing
Now which of these will be the end or set her free? Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing

She looks down at the counter
And sees a ticket for a flight
And beside it a calendar
A planner for her pleasant life

Now which of these will work the most and hurt the least?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing
Now which of these will be the end or set her free?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing

She paints her face in the mirror
Throws on her favorite dress
Stood between that counter and that table She reflects

Now which of these will work the most and hurt the least?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing
Now which of these will be the end or set her free?
Yeah, she wonders, feeling nothing