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by Lucy D1am0nd Jan 2, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
That's the way, I'll cut it there, And see how much it bleeds. People ask, why do you cut? If your not going to do the deed. But I know the frustration, I understand the need. There's people out there just like me, Who have a pain to feed. You can only satisfy pain with pain, That's just a fact of life. We don't know why we feel such relief, From cutting with a knife. So I'll let it bleed, I'll watch it bleed, It's my blood to be shed. This pain is my obsession, A result of the life I've led.