Your in pain, man it hurts
Know the blade and how it works
Blood is spilling on the floor
Death is creeping at your door
Tell no one, don't let them know
Hide the pain so it won't show
Cut your arm, be your last
Razor blade, knife or glass
You've done it now, don't regret
Pain's the best thing you've ever met
Don't let your friends see it tomorrow
Spare them from that pain and sorrow
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