Mutilation in the name
Bleeding is the game
Happyness is my rotation
Emo is my obligation
I smoke I cut I pop I drink
not once did i think
that the blade would feel good
I'd want to be happy if I could
Since your not here
the razor blade is in your place
I have to cut out the images
of your lying face
My wrist is healed
the sun is shining
My smile is revealed
and now i'm dying.
