Your heart is pink
And my blood was once blue
But when it comes out it changes for you...
And with these tools of the trade:
A nice tight rope, and my sharp little blade
I’ll show you what you've done to me...
You slit my wrist
And pushed me off of the stool
Oh, baby why are you so cruel
You told me my pretty small eyes, made your heart melt
And that it was the most amazing you've ever felt
Now you left me here are hung up to dry
When they find me here and read this little love note
And then read the name carved in my wrist, they'll have someone to BLAME...
And when you are asked about me, and what you did to my heart, I hope you'll be over come with SHAME
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