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I cut to see if I feel how it's like being human,

I cut to see the pain relinquish inside,

I cut for all the memories that remain to drain down in the sewage

What symbols life runs with death in that rusty pipe.

 

A slash here and a slash there,

What happened in the past?

A slash here and there,

Soon the memories don't last.

 

Scissors, knives, razors and sharp edges

keeps a bloody smile, no more weep.

Slice and dice, trim more than the hedges

And I don't care if I go to deep.

 

One scar closer to a never ending dream,

I don't care if I go to deep.

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