Go to sleep, close your eyes
Dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn,
The pain they've suffered since they we're born
Silver metal, shine so bright,
Scarlet blood that feels so right
Dream of blood trickling down,
Just wake up, before you drown
The moonlight shinning off your tears,
As you bleed out of your own fears
So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutter's lullaby:
Hush-a-bye baby, you're almost dead
You don't have pulse, and your pillow is red
Your family hates you and your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife, it's all you need
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
Go to sleep, close your eyes
Dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn,
The pain they've suffered since they we're born
Silver metal, shine so bright,
Scarlet blood that feels so right
Dream of blood trickling down,
Just wake up, before you drown
The moonlight shinning off your tears,
As you bleed out of your own fears
So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutter's lullaby:
Hush-a-bye baby, you're almost dead
You don't have pulse, and your pillow is red
Your family hates you and your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife, it's all you need
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