Cut
scratches and scars
all from a cut
that choice which i made
to draw my blood
who says you need a knife
when a scratch
from a cat
could easily bleed
sharp jewlery with edges of blades
it's not hard to find
a simple object that cancut
past the skin
to the vain below
while i watch it
mix with water
who could care
if it ran dry
who would cry
if i died
would you smile
to see the blood cover
my once white dress
or cry to see I've died
when would i chose
to let that cut
kill my once beating heart
probaly on a cold October night
just befor Holloween
the day called Devil's night
that's when
I'll let saten
take my lonely soul
till then i scratch and scar
till then I'll cut
for all my life has gone
stright to hell
ans why would anyone care
all from a cut
that choice which i made
to draw my blood
who says you need a knife
when a scratch
from a cat
could easily bleed
sharp jewlery with edges of blades
it's not hard to find
a simple object that cancut
past the skin
to the vain below
while i watch it
mix with water
who could care
if it ran dry
who would cry
if i died
would you smile
to see the blood cover
my once white dress
or cry to see I've died
when would i chose
to let that cut
kill my once beating heart
probaly on a cold October night
just befor Holloween
the day called Devil's night
that's when
I'll let saten
take my lonely soul
till then i scratch and scar
till then I'll cut
for all my life has gone
stright to hell
ans why would anyone care
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