Mariela

"One cut
          	Two cut 
          	Three cut 
          	Four 
          	Everyday there seems to be more 
          	One broken wish 
          	Piled up on my wrist 
          	Oh what a tragedy 
          	To be spilling out burgundy 
          	Washed down the drain 
          	Every little pain
          	Cold and pale 
          	As the heart starts to fail 
          	One cut
          	Two cut
          	Three cut 
          	Four 
          	What’s the point of living life
          	If you have nothing to live for?”