You slice your arm, watch it bleed
this will be your last cut
The crimson thrill that you need
this will be your last cut
The note beside you explains why
this will be your last cut
If anyone will even cry
this will be your last cut
You hope your family doesn't see
this will be your last cut
The mutilation you set free
this will be your last cut
Your breathing starts to slow now
this will be your last cut
In guilt and shame, your head you bow
this will be your last cut
A final prayer you begin
this will be your last cut
'Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.'
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