The picture frame has fallen, glass shattered on the floor
Broken frame, broken smile, its time to cut some more
Load your gun, take your pills, and sharpen your blade
Pull the trigger, swallow your fear, cut until you fade
Remember all the times they let you down, all the times they made you cry
Kill yourself, come on, it doesnt hurt to try
The sting of the blade sliding across your wrist will eventually turn into pleasure
It can be your addicting drug, your most precious treasure
You've got it- just a little deeper, make the last one count
Let it be known youre a cutter, let them know its yourself you really doubt
Look into that mirror...Anyone significant in there?
No one is here to stop you because no one really cares
I am your best friend- your conscience, listen to me
I wont steer you wrong, I will only set you free

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