Drip
Drip, drip, drip
I see the blood
Dripping out of my body
I want it to stop
But it won't
It wouldn't have started without
A razor that I had in my hand
I was having boyfriend problems
So I thought slitting my wrists
Would help, but it didn't
It made things worse
He found out
He didn't talk to me for a while
I slit three more times
Drip, drip, drip
I see the blood
Dripping out of my body
I want it to stop
But it won't
It wouldn't have started without
A razor that I had in my hand
I was having boyfriend problems
So I thought slitting my wrists
Would help, but it didn't
It made things worse
He found out
He didn't talk to me for a while
I slit three more times
Drip, drip, drip
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