People who slit there writs every day
They want your attention
They want you to say hey
That shits bad for you
Its gonna kill you someday
But there not the ones
You gotta worry about
If they were really gonna do it
They would shout out
So now I tell you this
It’s the ones with invisible scars
There mentally fucked up
Wit all the pain in there heart
They don’t tell a soul
About all there pain
They’ll just walk around smiling
Till they go insane
So they kill somebody
Or even them selves
Because they want every one
To go through their hell
So you see some one cutting
Don’t worry bout them
You need to worry bout me
Before I strike again

 
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