Cutter

Cold Metal Hits you veins
you are full now fully drained.
Squits out blood, smiles for everyone
Hide it up, they will never know.

Then, one day you go to deep and they try to figure it out.
Pull up your sleeve, then you'll see, there is no perfection bout it.
They never suspected it, you never inspected it, lleft to die.
Now your dead, rest in a flower bed, something you would never dread.