my head cut open
cut my head open, crying depressed, dress me like a funeral, mess with the knifes, cold as winter, sad as rain falls, heart stops beating, skin starts heating, my head cut open is the heart ripped apart so listen to me, you have no reason to die you have a chance to try so dont cry, dont cut your head open, i know we die, dressed in black can never return back, faded all the way the blade in my hand tells me to kill myself, my face broken apart, my head cut open my broken skin, im lost in my mind... so forever my head cut open
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