Play with razors
Play with knives
Cut yourself
And live your life
cut it deep
Hit the vien
Let it bleed,
Bleed,and bleed
So cold inside
So hard to live
Cut again
You've hit again
Hit the floor
Bleed to death
Die right there
Thats the rest
You've gone too far
Your so depressed
You die to live
Yet lived to die
You dont regret
The things you did
You hurt inside
And did what you did!!!
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