Don't trust the girl with the blades in her hand
The cuts on her wrists
That you'll never understand
She's got stacks of bracelets
But don't be fooled
She'll cut you into pieces
And make you cry like you're in preschool
Don't trust the girl who tells you she's done
She'll rip out your feelings
One by one
She'll blow up
And display her wrath
You won't survive the aftermath
She's not planning on coming back
Don't get close or else you'll crack
She will always be hellbent
On killing herself
Leaving your heart with a dent
So don't trust the girl with the blades in her hand
Tell her why
And she'll understand.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
Don't trust the girl with the blades in her hand
The cuts on her wrists
That you'll never understand
She's got stacks of bracelets
But don't be fooled
She'll cut you into pieces
And make you cry like you're in preschool
Don't trust the girl who tells you she's done
She'll rip out your feelings
One by one
She'll blow up
And display her wrath
You won't survive the aftermath
She's not planning on coming back
Don't get close or else you'll crack
She will always be hellbent
On killing herself
Leaving your heart with a dent
So don't trust the girl with the blades in her hand
Tell her why
And she'll understand.
