1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4 cut
5 cut, 6 cut, 7 more to add
your pillow's red
the knife will
say you're dead
close your eyes &
wish upon a dream
your life is shown,
torn upon the seam
1 slash, 2 slash, 3 slash, 4
you need some understanding
to live alittle more
you feel adrenaline that's rushing
addiction that's a drug
there's no one that will love you
they all have let you bleed
say another prayer
the blade is what you need
never will it hurt you
alive it makes you feel
the razor is your friend
it tells you how to deal
time to end the sorrow
the times you always fell
it will make you better
the pain will make you well
give it all you have
it will set you free
self injury's the thing
always what's the key
take another slice
another scar left on your skin
your wounds are now left open
and this you cannot win
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