i cry tears of razor blades
another appears as one fades
as the blade touches my skin
it makes a crimson line which starts thin
deeper and deeper i go
sitting quietly watching my blood flow
im not scared of dying
im just afraid of trying
i dont have a life
its controlled by my knife
give me a way out, ill take it
with out a doubt
as i cry my tears of razor blades
my life begins to fade
within seconds my life will be gone
ive lived my life all wrong.
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