Heavy breathing, flowing tears
Habit done of many years
Throbbing heart beats fail to work
Only way to rid the hurt
Echoed silence kills the sleep
Cursing so she cannot weep
Stillness of the darkened night
Reveals all that is not right
One cut, Two cut, Three cut, Four
One more tear falls to the floor
Lost all will to live this life
Broken hope shattered by strife
Minute lost into the days
She has failed in many ways
Dirt filled knives that strike the skin
Relieves stress that's forced within
Words have often turned to rants
When you hear these lonely chants
Four cut, Five cut, Six cut, Eight
Don't tell lies, you can't relate
Morbid days in solitude
Arguments that change the mood
Torn by motion from the rest
Lying keeps her at her best
Dance of drama, distance, dread
One cut more! for each tear shed
Crush those chains that limit you
Deny all that has been true
One cut, four cut, five cut, eight
Break apart and mutilate
Silver trophy winner
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