Cuts (Song-ish)

One cut, two cut,
Three cut, four,
Bleeding & bleeding,
& bleeding some more,

I cry myself to sleep...
But it's gonna be alright,
I'll just cut one real deep...
But it's gonna be OK...
(Oh, Come on, Come on, Come on)

The knife goes slowly in
...slowly in my skin,
Blood drips down
...Drips to the ground

I cry myself to sleep...
But it's gonna be alright,
I'll just cut one real deep...
But it's gonna be OK...
(Oh, Come on, Come on, Come on)

My insides cry,
My outsides die,
Tears drips by,
While I wonder "why?"

I cry myself to sleep...
But it's gonna be alright,
I'll just cut one real deep...
But it's gonna be OK...
(Oh, Come on, Come on, Come on)

Blood bleeds through,
My crimson tears fall,
Theres nothing to do,
But nothing at all

I cry myself to sleep...
But it's gonna be alright,
I'll just cut one real deep...
But it's gonna be OK...
(Oh, Come on, Come on, Come on)

Shoot me already,
Don't make me slit a vain,
Please hold that gun steady,
& take away my pain

I bleed till I sleep
It's alright,
That bullet is deep,
It's OK,
I shot myself,
& the pain went away...