I will never give you my blood
I will never let you take it from me
I will never hurt myself for you
I whisper softly

I won't cut for you, or your words
I won't let myself grab that sharp edge
I won't take my own life
I won't step towards that window ledge

If anything, I'm worried about you
It's so sad that you are so unkind and cruel
Don't worry though; I won't try to help
But perhaps its you who should take that sharp tool