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MY WRiSTS ARE SORE

MY EYES ARE RED

THERES BLOOD ON THE FLOOR

iTS BLOOD THAT iVE SHED

AS i LAY THERE ON THE FLOOR

RED WATER ALL AROUND

i LAY THERE SiLENT

NOT MAKiNG A SOUND

THEN i PiCK UP MY RAZOR

PLACE iT ON MY ARM

"ONE LiTTLE CUT COULDNT DO ANY HARM"

i PUT PRESSURE ON THE RAZOR

AND i CAN HEAR iT SLiCE

THiS CUT FELT GOOD, iT FELT REALLY NiCE

i COULD FEEL THE BLOOD RUNNiNG DOWN MY ARM

"JUST ONE LAST CUT COULDNT DO ANY HARM"

MY WRiSTS ARE SORE

MY EYES ARE RED

THERES BLOOD ON THE FLOOR

iTS BLOOD THAT iVE SHED

AS i LAY ON THE FLOOR

RED WATER ALL AROUND

i LAY THERE SiLENT...

CANT MAKE A SOUND.