Wide open - I want to cut myself
deep beneath the skin
I feel refreshed
it's how I win it's how I win it's not a sin it's not a sin
Wide open - I want to cut myself
deep below the skin
until I see the bone it's not a sin I'm not alone
until I see the bone it's not a sin
I'm not alone here with my blood
It is the flood It is the flood
I'm not alone there's no spot
that I'll leave open there's no spot
that I'll leave open, cause I'm done hoping
Cause I'm done hoping
I want to cut myself wide open
there's no room upon my shelf
it's flying books, and chess I'm a mess I'm broken
it's swimming looks, undressed, a token
I'm breathing hooks, obsessed I'm choking
I'm now anchored
I'm now razored, tailored
Upon myself
I cut a blazer
And I'm red I'm red
Like laser
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