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Cutting
Copyright, Christine
Tonight I cut my wrist,
It made me feel so good;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
Because I know I never should.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
It hurts but I'm in control;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
But I didn't cut my soul.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
On death I've started to advance;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
I'd do it again if given the chance.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
No one believed that I would do it;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
It was my last chance on life and I blew it.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
Blood oozes down my arm;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
But it didn't do any harm.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
My blood mixes with my tears;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
I scream but nobody hears.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
I'm all alone it's true;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
Nobody found me so what should I do?