Cut my arm! Cut my heart. Skewer it. Watch it bleed. Lick the blood from off the floor. So it's nice and clean. Stop these voices in my head.. Stop this pain.. Stop this self-destruction Which won't let me be... Cut my wrist.. Watch it trickle... The blood flows from my handy sickle. Cut my life. Cut it short. Life's not life-like anymore. Let me sleep 1000 years.. and forget all this shit And on my tombstone, they will write.. of all the goodness in my life. Fuck that shit. It's all a lie. I die. I die. I die.Birth sign: Aquarius
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