The blade turn's red, as it penetrates my skin,
A cut for all the secrets, from all the lies from deep within,
I cut for all the pain, sorrow, and twisted lies,
For all the empty nights, when no one can hear my cries,
the blade goes through my wrist, my skin, my flesh, my vein,
A cut for all the bad times, and good times that never came,
I cut for the liars, and promises that have been broken,
For all those shattered dreams, and dreamers who's been awoken,
The blood drips down my skin, I use a razor, a blade, a knife,
This time I cut for the brokenhearted, I cut for my own life,
For the secretly hidden scars, and the dark secrets that never show,
I cut to end it all, 'cause the pain killed me long ago,
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