Blunt

why have you stopped?
i know it's not because of me
you've stolen away with my trust
but at least your heart isn't anymore free

you love the spirits too much
so you let them dance on your cuts
what's up?
am i too blunt?

that's the art of me
i make an excuse
for another sad song to sing
I'll be in miss-use

when you look back on me
you'll throw me away
bleed until your dead and gone
and wait for another gloomy day

that's the art of me
the art of suicide
even when I'm blunt
I'm more poisonous than cyanide