Bleed and CareMature

Cut me into pieces, small and 

hurt me after you held me tight 

in your unfeeling safe hand

I'm sharper than the way you fight 

So cut me into pieces, small and 

punch at my armour with all your might.

But I'm far more clever than you, so

childlike in your defence and advance 

I enjoy seeing you cry, feeling low as

you gave me a reason to dance 

So cut me into pieces, small and

I'll use up my last black chance 

You thought you'd beaten me, won 

Just wait till the sun rises, Because my shotgun

Memory will kill your hopes, one by one

When you see me in your bed, clinging to your hair

When you see how we'll never end, 

Because my love, I'm too sharp and I am everywhere. 

So cut me into pieces, small and

I'll multiply and haunt you, until I see you bleed and care. 

The End

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