Cynical Oh cynical girl with the bright eyes, the words they say are just lies, Oh precious thing, What have you done? The blood slowly starts to run. Down your wrists, From your slits, Mind replaying back the hits, The hatred they said, The things they told So you cut and cut, Now you're cold.
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