biting keeps your words at bay tending to the sores that stay happiness is just a gash away when i open a familiar scar pain goes shooting like a star comfort hasn't failed to follow so far. and you might say it's selfyou might say its self but, you see, it's more productive
than if i were to be healthy &, pens and penknives take the blame
crane my neck &, scratch my name but the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain. when i jab a sharpened object in choirs of angels seem to sing hymns of hate in memorandum and you might say it's selfand you might say it's self
but, you see, it's more productive than if i were to be happy and sappy songs about sex and cheating
bland accounts of two lovers meeting make me want to give mankind a beating and you might say it's selfbut, you see, i'd kick the bucket sixty times before i'd kick the habit and as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought
that even if i quit there's not a chance in hell i'd stop and anyone can see the signs mittens in the summertime thank you for your pity, you are too kind and you might say its self but you see that's contradictive why on earth would anyone practice self destruction? and pain opinions are sitcom feeding they dont know that their minds are teething makes me want to give mankind a beating i'm tried bandages and sinking i've tried gloves and even thinking i've tried vaseline i've tried everything and no
they're concerned with their hair receding looking back it was all maltreating every thought that occurred misleading makes me want to give myself a beating.
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