Shiny silver blade
Slit mylittle wrist
For I am craving
That sharp, sweet kiss
I'm sick of the people
Giving me shit
This glass in my hand
Into my wrist it has bit
Boyfriends are losers
Friends can lie
Life would be easier
If I could just die
Who knew this piece of metal
Could do this much damage
So no one can see it
I'll hide it with a bandage
I'll put on a show
For as long as you ask
But no one knows
What's hiding under this mask
You may think you know me
And maybe you do
But it's better that you don't
For it'll kill you it's true
So go back to your friends
At least their still sane
I'll just sit here
And wallow in my selfish pain
Blade, Bandage, Bliss
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