Standard (EADGBE)

Sometimes when I'm all alone, I like to touch sharp things,

I like to feel their sharpness, against my skin,

 and the vunerabilty of the blood the flows within.

 My useless blood, the carries the oxygen to my ungrateful heart.

I press my hand against the hot milk steamer,

I slash myself with the lid of a.. creamer,

I press my hand against the slushy wurer,

I stab myself in the leg with a sharpened coffee stirer,

The only way, the only way that you will see meee,

Is if I cut myself, and I bleed on your panini,

I bleed on your panini...

I BLEED, I BLEED ON YOUR PANINI!!...

I stole my pins from the notice board,

I pressed them into my hand and they spelled WHY?

Why did they spell why?

Because there weren't enough pins for oblivion

Now I'm in the hospital, so much carmer now the rage has gone,

Oblivion

OBLIVIONNNN....

I think thats right. Comment if you see any faults and I'll correct them!

Have fun :P