21 July 2012
I could say something about cutting and slicing Blade razor sharp ready for dicing
Oh dear what can the matter be Life is so hard, feel for poor little me.
I could say my arm is a maze of tiny scars And holes burnt by big fat cigars.
But I won't cos I think that's really sad To cut is to quit and some stupid fad.
A knife is a loser's way to cope A choice that means there's no reason to hope.
So shove your gurning and dry your chin I haven't started, you don't want me to begin.
Death isn't romantic, get your head out of your arse Twilight is bollocks that pish is a farce.
Don't mind me I feel like a rant So read this and do whatever you want you caaaant.
Oops • Opuss № I