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Count the problems on my wrist
Going crazy can't resist
The pain
Going Insane

The rivalry between us two
All started because of you
Your to blame
Isn't that a shame

So many times I cried
Over something stupid like this
But instead of lying here
Count the problems on my wrist

Deep goes the blade
Cutting out my sanity
Oh father aren't you proud of me

Far comes the sun
Shining on my blood
I run

running from the problems can't resist
As the blade hits my skin
Count the problems on my wrist

-Arianna