I started cutting when i was young,
the pain through my veins stung
the voices in head became dead
it all started in my head when I was poor, I ate black bread
it triggered my brain
and all i could feel is pain
lock the doors all i can feel is pain...save me
[ a sad instrumental bre0ak down]
the voices in my head keeps saying
i has a sad human can i snuggle with you boo
but in real life you don’t understand what pain
I went through, then voices in my head kept me
company because of you now it’s time to say
goodbye and go get high now its done you
had your fun now it’s time to pick up the gun
©stitches
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