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i swallow razor blades and spit up blood

i cut my heart out and hand it to my love

i will do anything for he in life

even it it means to kill with a knife

i sit there with razor blades slitting my wrist

the blood pours out and feels brisk

i will love her for ever

i will even have my head severd

the blood sprays

into the different ways

its all on the floor

my wrist feel sore

i begin to faint

i feel like a saint

i begin to die

she starts her cry

i am now dead

this is what goes through my head