you cut the phone lines and I the silence let me cut something as you cut my life let me destroy something now give me your knife My tears are cutting my eyes the cold is cutting my skin your words have cut my heart so now let my cutting begin I'll start with what I thought of you no you have already cut that to sheds I'll start with your heart no, that is cold and dead I would start with all the truth in you but there is none there to distroy I would start with your manliness but... you are no more than a boy So now i hold this knife everytihng i would destroy is gone now I will cut myself I don't have to ask you to leave me alone
Reason for writing:
hummmm.. can you guess?
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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