Cut, Cut, Cut

Oh, no

I've done it again

Cut, cut, cut

With my pen


Cut out the pain

Time and time again

I've watched blood

Go down the drain


When they find my body

Lying dead on the floor

I know you'll be happy

Sleeping next to that whore

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