Slide the blade along my arm,
Remember who I use to be know the hate I have become,
I am never really free,
Blood drip down from the blade just as red as before,
Pumped by a broken heart afraid to love once more,
Touch my lips to the bleeding cut,
A taste of my cold life,
Manifest my insane mind,
Discover it with a knife,
Try to make the cut deep enough to kill away the pain,
Hurt myself bad enough to cover up the stain.
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