A silkworm made my purse so fine,
yet a tiny fly has ruined my wine.

The cutter will cut in a cutters world,
the hurt won't stop in a life unfurled,
the blood will drip like drops of rain
eaten alive by sorrow and pain
you will feast on smiles and greed
but Ill just cut and watch it bleed

To taste the sugar on your lips,
to float on the mist that is in your breath,
to be the sparkle in your eye,
to cherish me always until I die.

Crushed to death by these feeling of woe
my soul has no where else to go
I cannot take the heat in this can
nothing ever goes according to plan
slipped on someones banana skin
feel like my lifes been tossed in the bin
mouth is locked and cannot smile
so tired of going the extra mile.