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This Day Makes me want to give myself a beating....
Biting keeps your words at bay
Tending to the sores that stay
Happiness is just a gash away
When I open a familiar scar
Pain goes shooting like a star
Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far...
And you might say it's self-indulgent
And you might say it's self-destructive
But, you see, it's more productive
Than if I were to be happy
And you might say it's self-destructive
But, you see, I’d kick the bucket
Sixty times before I’d kick the habit
As the skin rips off I cherish the revolting thought
That even if I quit
There's not a chance in hell I’d stop
And anyone can see the signs
Mittens in the summertime
Thank you for your pity, you are too kind
And you might say its self-inflicted
But you see that's contradictive
Why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?