All My Self-Inflicted Pain


All my self-inflicted pain is due to a crush
And the blade is the brush
And slicing through my skin is a rush
And all you people need to hush
The pain is mine
So leave me behind
Let me slice through my cold, cold skin
And let the crimson liquid win
(I know, I know)
Death is inevitable
So I am planning when mine will be.

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