• the razor is hidden away in my draw
    but my wrists cry for more
    this addiction is getting the best of me
    the pain is all i can see
    nothing else can i feel
    but the sharpness of the razor
    as it slides down my skin
    i laugh and cry
    this is how i spend my nights
    hidden away from any light
    with my razor trying to kill the pain
    but it just brings more shame
    it only numbs my aching soul for a minute
    i can never win with it
    so maybe i should take the razor and run it across a vain
    and slowly fade away