Here's a lesson you must learn,
A gentle cut will only burn.
Make it fast and make it quick,
Your blood will our and run out thick.
So if you really want to die,
I promise you I never lie.
With no regret and no remorse,
Take the blade and cut your, arms.
Hands.
Hips and thighs.
You can even close your eyes.
Either way, to wind up dead.
Give that blade bitter whip.
Not a slash and not a slice.
Just a cut to make it nice.
Here's the truth I figured it,
The biggest cut will get you out.
It doesn't hurt, and hardly stings.
That's why I called it better things.
If you just throw a cut at you arm it won't burn.
But if you're gonna be slow, you'll only hurt.
