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.