A Cutters Requiem

Come to the dark side
I hear them say
Come to the dark side
And we'll make you cry
Come to the dark side
And we'll slit your wrist

Look at the blood
Dripping down my wrist
I see my vains
A beautiful shade of blue
I wonder what happens
If I cut that too..

Look at my body
Dead on the floor
Wonder what mommy will think
Will she even care

Look at my body
Dead on the floor
Wonder if that dead beat
Will ever know