I sit alone in the bathroom
With a blade in my hand
Why I do this to myself
Is hard to understand
Sometimes I really wonder why
I think it helps at all
Does it really help me up
As I start to fall
All I can really know for sure
Is that the blade will never lie
It will be there for me straight away
Every single time I cry
It will always try to help
And never judge at all
And it will always be there
Every single time I call
So I will walk into that bathroom
And every time I know
That it will be there waiting
To help my let my troubles go
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