Razor Blades, and knives help end our lives,
Tears, and fears scar us tonight.
Hopes, and dreams that never come true,
All because i was loving you.
Cuts that scar, cuts and brusies,
They all seem so useless.
The night i die is the night that i live,
All because i was loving you.
As i reach out to catch your hand,
Hoping all our problems we can mend.
But you pulled back and now i'm done,
I never got the chance to bare your son.
Well now i'm through with loving you,
And tonight is the night of
The Dance Of The Cuts, Scars,and Brusies . . . . . .

 
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