24 Cuts

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The cuts are light
No blood is shed
She will start to invade my head

I used the knife
Oh why oh why
Won't my conscience let me die

Why do I care so much for you
You let me do what I have to do
You give me the strength to not go through

I wish I could go in one big sigh
Go with one last goodbye
But unfortunately I love you
So I stay through much ado

But know that I could be gone
Because I am not right in the head
And you may wake up to find me dead

But not today
Lucky you

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