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