One cuts, two cuts, three cuts, four
You don't know what to do anymore.
Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight
Stop yourself before it's too late.
Ninth cut, tenth cut, eleventh twelfth
Put the blade back on the shelf.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
You don't know how much you mean.
Seventeen cuts, eighteen cuts, nineteen cuts, then twenty
You don't need anymore, you already have plenty.

Music is wonderful,
It gives us joy.
It could be classical
Or it could be like, "mate, ahoy!"

It is invisible and beautiful,
It soothes our souls.
Repairs what is broken,
It makes us whole.

It makes us laugh,
It makes us cry.
It makes us realize
How time has flown by.

It helps me cope
When I am down
It gives me hope
When I want to frown