Oh sweet razor,
Have you ever done me wrong?
Why do you tempt me,
With that lovely song?
Is there a better choice,
Then to open my veins?
Or does this torture,
Have a purpose for the pain?
I see the blood all around me,
Except for in my heart.
For so fearful,
That it all might fall apart.
The night is young,
And so are we.
The day will come,
Oh so eventually.
As morning breaks,
I am awaken by the sun.
I look at my wrists,
And know what I've done.
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