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This is called knife, written last year.

Crazy cuts across my arm
When people say to be calm
Oh babe, don't cry for me

purple buries Upon my skin
Shows the bullies that what's within
Doesn't matter if your me


(Chorus)
They tell us be happy
They tell us don't cry
They tell us to be good
They tell us be nice
But I just can't help it
Can't help that crave of a knife


A splinter in a dirty wound
A horror circus being fumed
And the clowns are back for us

The life that your gunna take
It's a dream or your wide awake
Just jumping under a bus.


(Chorus)
They tell us be happy
They tell us don't cry
They tell us to be good
They tell us be nice
But I just can't help it
Can't help that crave of a knife