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Jessica Gipson Poem
I'll cut your wrists...but die another day.
I'll be the one that you will fear, im not your little darling dear.
"I love you"...these words I never want to hear, so go drink another stinking beer.
I'll cut your wrists...but die another day.
It was you that I would fear, though I never shed a tear.
As long as you were near, or close enough to hear.
I'll cut your wrists...but die another day.
You put me through more that words can say, I know that one day you will pay.
So take this as your warning, and stay out of my stinking way.
I'll cut your wrists...but die another day.
Theres nothing left to say, this is the price you'll pay.
For what you did that day, thats it thats all i have to say.
I'll cut your wrists...but die another day.
Copyright © Jessica Gipson | Year Posted 2009
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