Cutting
The corner of the room
Is as dark as night itself
There is where I find my comfort
There is where my pain will be rescued
For in this corner is a table
And on this table is a knife
On this knife is many bloodstains
From previous actions that have occurred
Slice once, it stings only a little
Slice again, ahh the pain is such a relief
Slice a third time, oh watch how the blood comes out
DRIP!
DRIP!
DRIP!
Oh watch how the blood comes out
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