My friend had a knife
She didn't use it right
Knives are for cutting food
She used it for her mood
Knives are to open Mail
She used it to wail
Knives aren't meant
On the skin
The beautiful skin on each of us
My friend HAD a knife
She didn't use it right
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
My friend had a knife
She didn't use it right
Knives are for cutting food
She used it for her mood
Knives are to open Mail
She used it to wail
Knives aren't meant
On the skin
The beautiful skin on each of us
My friend HAD a knife
She didn't use it right
To my friend
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