A bloody blade,
A small facade,
Made from the wall,
That you have made,
A wall made of misery,
A wall made from pain,
Made from tears,
Lost in the rain,
A blood covered blade,
Badly cut wrists,
Blood mixed with tears,
That stream down your face,
Let's bring down that wall,
Let it stand no more,
'Cause you were so happy,
So long before,
Wrap up those cuts,
And throw away the blade,
Together we'll tear,
Down that facade.
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