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Dear Cutter,
I watch you there in your room, With your pain. I know your thoughts, I read you - It hurts, doesn’t it? You made yourself believe that someone cared. No one really cares. If they did care, They wouldn’t leave you all alone Sitting there in your empty room. Your heart is cold and numb. Abused. You’ve been mis-understood. Confused. People turned you away. Refused. Go ahead - take the knife. Lance your skin and let pain escape. No one will stop you now. You swallowed a hand full of pretty pills. The detox wagon loaded you up And took you away, When you wanted to stay. It’s all right now. You are a nobody. No one will notice. Go on now - take the knife. Score your skin. And then you’ll be mine - all mine.
-Satan
I watch you there in your room, With your pain. I know your thoughts, I read you - It hurts, doesn’t it? You made yourself believe that someone cared. No one really cares. If they did care, They wouldn’t leave you all alone Sitting there in your empty room. Your heart is cold and numb. Abused. You’ve been mis-understood. Confused. People turned you away. Refused. Go ahead - take the knife. Lance your skin and let pain escape. No one will stop you now. You swallowed a hand full of pretty pills. The detox wagon loaded you up And took you away, When you wanted to stay. It’s all right now. You are a nobody. No one will notice. Go on now - take the knife. Score your skin. And then you’ll be mine - all mine.
-Satan