I have a knife in my hand and its pressing against my skin.
The rush is better than drinking gin.
Blood is dripping from my flesh,
You and I just don't mesh!
You drove me to this rage.
You kept me in an invisable cage.
I'm starting to feel light headed and weak
If people found out they would call me a freak.

I thrive on this drive its like a incredible high,
I have cut my viens im begining to die.
I fall to the floor,
I hear an opening door.
You walk in and...

You too late.

 
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