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Warm red blood running down the cold blade

People before me, themselves, they slayed

Driving out the sadness, trying to find a cure

I am sorry mother, father, I am no longer pure



I cut myself; somehow make me bleed

The pain gives me exactaly what I need

I don't know how it got this way

I was happy just yesterday



Did he drive me to it, with his new "love"

Did my angel fall from up above

God, Hear my prayer, I call unto thee

God, Please help.  Please save me.



Blood now runs cold, my heart pumping more

Only for the fresh blood to fall upon my floor

Blue carpet stained red from all of my pain

I wrap it up in a bandage but still nothing to gain



I put on a long sleeve shirt to cover my recent past

I walk out with a fake smile and maybe evan a laugh

...

No one will ever know what goes on

When the world I love is gone.