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Go to sleep and close your eyes,
Dream of broken butterflies,
That tore their wings against the thorns,
You know the pain that they have born.

Silver metal, shine so bright,
Scarlet blood that feels so right,
Dream of the blood trickling down,
And wake up just before you drown.

The moonlight shines on your tears,
As you bleed out your own worst fears,
So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper that upsetting lullaby.

Goodbye baby, you're almost dead,
You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red,
Your family hates you, your friends don't see you bleed,
Sleep tight with a blade cause it's all that you need.

Goodbye baby, broken and scarred,
You didn't think life would be so hard,
Time to end the pain you hid so well,
And down you will come, straight back to hell.

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