Things are much worse I presume
I cried a bit, cut a bit, and promised that I swear
It won't happen again
But I slipped again you see
I messed up and the blade went right to my hand
Like a magnet
There was a bit of blood not much I swear
But there were a lot of tears even so
So I guess today I cried a bit, cut a bit,
And broke a promise
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
Things are much worse I presume
I cried a bit, cut a bit, and promised that I swear
It won't happen again
But I slipped again you see
I messed up and the blade went right to my hand
Like a magnet
There was a bit of blood not much I swear
But there were a lot of tears even so
So I guess today I cried a bit, cut a bit,
And broke a promise
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