Oh, how I want to do it
Whenever things go wrong
To feel that metal
That cold blade
As it slides across my skin
To see the blood
As it comes from my veins
I trace the scars
That might never fade
I live it over
Again and again
I feel the need
I think it's true
That I am addicted
And I have to
Cut
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