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Not really sure if this is good or not. Kind of long, so I put it under a cut.
“Flirting with Death” 1:09pm-1:27p.m.
Cleaning the blade off,
You tuck in beneath your skin.
A never-ending gesture,
But something has got to give.
It almost seems repetitive,
It almost seems like fun.
It almost makes you happy,
It almost makes you whole.
Almost, but almost isn’t enough.
You and I started out so different,
But somehow now we are the same.
Though our motivations seem different,
The result is still the same.
We are one in the same and,
I know you hate that notion.
You cut to relieve the pressure,
I cut to relieve the pain.
A perfect child?
Something you never could be.
You excel in so many sports,
You’re grades are awesome too.
But it seems they’re,
Never quite satisfied.
So you tuck the blade,
Beneath your soft skin.
Just to feel the pain,
Just so you can win.
A troubled child,
Is all that I seem to be.
I don’t excel in sports,
My grades are too great either.
I’m never quite satisfied,
And they all look down on me.
So I tuck the blade,
Beneath my scarred skin,
Just to feel the pain,
Just to see the blood.
Just so I can be enough.
It’s never a matter of wanting to die,
It’s only a matter of staying alive.
Dealing with the everyday pain,
The every day pressure.
Most people find this foolish,
They think we are pretty dumb.
And though you won’t admit it,
You are exactly like me.
So I’ll clean the blade just before,
I tuck it beneath my skin.
Just to watch it bleed,
Just to feel the pain.
Just to flirt with death,
To feel the need again.
“Flirting with Death” 1:09pm-1:27p.m.
Cleaning the blade off,
You tuck in beneath your skin.
A never-ending gesture,
But something has got to give.
It almost seems repetitive,
It almost seems like fun.
It almost makes you happy,
It almost makes you whole.
Almost, but almost isn’t enough.
You and I started out so different,
But somehow now we are the same.
Though our motivations seem different,
The result is still the same.
We are one in the same and,
I know you hate that notion.
You cut to relieve the pressure,
I cut to relieve the pain.
A perfect child?
Something you never could be.
You excel in so many sports,
You’re grades are awesome too.
But it seems they’re,
Never quite satisfied.
So you tuck the blade,
Beneath your soft skin.
Just to feel the pain,
Just so you can win.
A troubled child,
Is all that I seem to be.
I don’t excel in sports,
My grades are too great either.
I’m never quite satisfied,
And they all look down on me.
So I tuck the blade,
Beneath my scarred skin,
Just to feel the pain,
Just to see the blood.
Just so I can be enough.
It’s never a matter of wanting to die,
It’s only a matter of staying alive.
Dealing with the everyday pain,
The every day pressure.
Most people find this foolish,
They think we are pretty dumb.
And though you won’t admit it,
You are exactly like me.
So I’ll clean the blade just before,
I tuck it beneath my skin.
Just to watch it bleed,
Just to feel the pain.
Just to flirt with death,
To feel the need again.