Can you feel the cold kitchen knife As it presses against your skin And runs down your wrists You try and clentch your fists As though it would hurt You can't feel the pain Because you're to busy concentrating On the warm blood dripping down your arm Because of you You've caused all this harm If not for you None of this would be comming true It's all because of you That now I am ill But now I lay lifeless and still For nobody can feel my pulse All my dreams and hopes are now lost Because of youBirth sign: Pisces
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