Hello there, my dear, for self mutilation do I trust,
Is it a good day, by candle light, for crimson lust,
Upon my flesh can the blade dance violently strung,
Or should I not free myself from the rope where I should've been hung,
Can you always take advantage, of just the simple things,
Should I trust you, after I've done it, but you broke my wings,
I promised to love, to always, to do, no matter what,
Or should I break it, and miss the veins across my wrists did I cut? |
