Take away my razor,
take away my blade,
take away everything,
that I used to hold so dear.
Take away my pain,
take away my freedom,
take away everything,
so I'll think I won't need them.
Dry my salty tears,
wipe away the blood,
look at all my cuts,
what is that appearing?
A little light is there,
almost extinguished by pain
A little light,
that almost got lost along the way.
Happiness and lost memories,
drowned by hate and sorrow,
cries of joy that were once thought
to be borrowed.
Bruises and cuts,
cuts and bruises,
they don't look the same anymore.
That little light grows brighter,
my soul lifts to the clouds a little bit higher.
Someday this pain will go away,
but for now,
I'll use this shiny new blade,
to bleed my pain away.
