Sometimes I find myself pulling strings
Out of book bags, shirts, and little things.
And in watching all of them fall apart
It slightly mends my broken heart.

Broken, black, and little stitches,
Hold me back from killing (b)itches.
How many times can you sew yourself shut?
How many needle pokes before a cut?

Tick and Tock, it won't slow down,
Pull me up before I drown.
Watching the chaos rip and fray,
Are disturbing things to get through the day.

Keep on pulling and un-threading,
Blood on the floor and all over the bedding.
Can't stop pulling things apart.
"I like it when you look like my heart!".

All alone and in the dark,
I can't stop pulling things apart.
Rip it up, put it back together,
I'm in this cycle for all of ever.

Ding and ****, time is slow,
I think it is time for me to go.
Cover your ears and close your eyes,
So I may lie on the floor and watch it die.