There Is Nothing I Can Do
My neck hurts
‘Cause i’ve been cutting moons
My hands hurts
‘Cause i cut them from you
So someone snuck into your room
And it got back to me
Now, i lie here in my room
And there is nothing i can do
But cut and think about you
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