Go to sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain they have borne.
Silver metal, shine so bright.
Scarlet blood, that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before you drown.
The moonlight shines off your tears,
As you bleed out your own worst fears.
So tonight, when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutters lullaby:
Hushabye baby, you're almost dead.
You don't have pulse and your pillow's red.
Your family hates you and your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife because it's all that you need.
Rockabye baby, broken and scarred.
You didn't know that life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain you hid so well,
And down will come baby, straight back to hell.
