.Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper,
Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling,
I paint this picture on the back of my mind,
But it's fading quickly like an eighth-grade summer romance.
The sleeping pills are mixing nicely with red wine,
Catch them all, before .
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