Before I was happy
I was sad
Before I was angry
I was glad

Then I started to walk across the grass
And I felt each blade of grass rub gently against my feet
Then I felt a cut
And it stung

And I never walked through that meadow again
Until I learned
That there's always going to be something that's going to hurt you
But there's also
Going to be someone
Who's going to love you even more than they did

But after that first cut
It never feels the same
After your first love
You reach for this blade
Because

You're gonna get cut again anyway
Might as well
Do it yourself

Until after all those cuts
Just like the blades of grass against your feet
You reach that blade that cut you

But this time
It heals you

So long as these blades don't **** you
Before you get there

Puddle of blood appears...draining from your corpse

Living
Dead
Girl?