Irony

Make it count,
watch it drip.
Don't let up,
don't you quit.
A slap on the wrist,
the pain in your eyes.

Don't look up,
Don't let yourself cry.
The punishment just,
the irony simple.
Just one more cut,
to fall in the sinkhole.

A mark of the past,
a mark of the present.
A red bracelet from last,
now make the descent.

Know your lines,
paint your face.
Perfect the mind,
don't show the hate.
Let the inside bleed,
let inside cry.
You've planted the seed,
Now god damn it try!

A slip of the mind,
a drip on the floor.
A mark on the skin,
no longer so pure.
Keep your head up,
don't let it show.
But through your eyes,
everyone knows.

Make up for your sins,
punish yourself.
You're not worth shit,
you've ruined yourself.
Show some restraint,
don't give in.
If you crack now,
you won't be able to live.