Too Close To Count Poem by Bells Bear

We'll cut for each other,
We'll die for a best friend;
But if that really happens,
It would really be the end.

Suicidal buddies,
Blades across our skin;
Blood falls down the arm,
Now no one will win.

Our stings are here together,
Our blood mixes as one;
Cry with me forever,
Real death might be as fun.

A boyfriend for another,
The brother for I;
Why do we sing this sad song,
If all we'll do is cry?