Slit Wrist Savior

That was her first time
That was her last time
Cut at your face
Blood in the sink
You'll hate your-self
Till the day you die
Till the day you die
Blood on your hands
Blood on your legs
Why does this happen time and time again
Time and time again
Blood
I should have sown my heart in my chest
Our eyes should have never met
Eyes should have never met
Never met
Slit wrist savior
She cuts to see blood