Oh the things that we could do
If only youd give me an item or two.
Start out slow then jump the speed,
When i cut them up with a wacker thats made fir weeds
Oh the things that we would feel,
From the beating if hands to the stomp of our heels
Tonight we dine in hell, we must,
For that is what for our blood lusts
We are one and we are two,
But you dont understand the gravity do you?
This is not Vergil im telling you now,
My real name is Noah, you know my real name now
See now is the time that it really gets scary,
Cause its only the real one stop your comparing
Weve planned it for years i planned on my parents,
But i guess i never had the *****, it just comes with habit
But the other disagreed said he only wanted the girls,
But the one you seem most, his blood began to curddle
Ive been homicidal, suicidal since year 6,
I smoked, cut, and now tried **** just for a fix
Writings my passion though thats much is true,
Done with my ditty, sorry if i bothered any of you
Wanna cut? thats wrong, trust me i would know,
Almost lost to much to live one year in the snow
Of course it wasnt me but someone else,
I wont go to that story cause youll be sad in yourselves
The last time a cop taught a class i was in, he asked along the lines if "anyone pointed a knife at you?" Hmmm?
Ive had it a few times, one time too close,
Not all of scars on my body are self inflicted yaknow,
Nope not that time you see,
Someone else held the blade and dragged it over me
Thats the time they took my virginity again by force,
But that was only time 1 before,
Was it assisted suicide you ask?
I was too scared to ask for help in the past,
No not assisted i tell you that for sure,
Cause im a survival of teenage torture
Survivor not survival, i jumble my words,
But now you see why my fists are now curled,
Ah alas ive nothing to say,
Ive no more to tell, at least no more today
