I want a ring

I want a ring, give my hand to life. I changed my mind, I don't want to die. What are you saying that it is too late? No point in praying, guess this is my fate. The blind innocence slowly fading from my face. All my beauty slowly turning to disgrace. Should have thought twice before nullifying my life. Should have taken a second look at that charming knife. Didn't see the sharpness from its glamorous shine. What kind of a god are you to just let me die?