Cut, Cut, Cut
Oh, no
I've done it again
Cut, cut, cut
With my pen
Cut out the pain
Time and time again
I've watched blood
Go down the drain
When they find my body
Lying dead on the floor
I know you'll be happy
Sleeping next to that whore
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