poems and such about cutting

Apr 14, 2004 20:43

im gonna draw a picture, a picture with a twist.
ill draw it with a razor blade, ill draw it on my wrist.
and as i draw this picture. a fountain will appear.
and as this fountain flows, my troubles disappear.

im crying crimson, baby... im crying red tears.
im crying pain away... my troubles are my fears.
im brave baby... ill prove it to you.
im crying crimson, my love... and im brave.
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