He's the boy with the broken heart;
He's the one that's all torn apart.
She doesn't know that he's hurt or he's cried;
Now all he wants to do is run away and hide.
He gave her everything, his heart, and his trust;
He keeps everything inside, one day he'll bust.
He'll pull out the razor that she kept him from.
She doesn't know what's going to happen, or what's she's done.
He'll go as deep and as long as he possibly can.
Along his wrist the razor blade ran;
He'll sit at the edge, as his blood slowly drains;
While he wonders if he's ever been through so much pain.
But all of a sudden before he passed out,
His best friend shows him what love's all about.
He opens his eyes the very next day;
His best friend stands there, as the pain goes away.
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