Razor, razor
by my side
Why do you bring
suicide?
You bring my blood
You bring my tears
You help me through
with all my fears
For when you cut
through my soul
I feel the warmth
no longer cold
Razor, razor
In my hand
I'm not so sure
I understand
You spill my blood
You make me bleed
I can't believe
I couldn't see
Razor, razor
Don't cut me!
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