I'll draw you a picture,
I'll draw it with a twist,
I'll draw it with a razorblade,
on my .w.r.i.s.t.
And if you draw it correctly,
a fountain will appear,
to wash away my sorrows,
to chase away my fears.

Why do i

fuck

up everything...
sometimes i feel like

running

a straight .b.l.a.d.e. across my wrist