As the day passes on
The seconds ticking by
I look at the clock
It seems like time has stopped moving
I need to leave before I break
This emptiness inside, thats eating at my soul
I've stopped caring about everything
All but my tool
When I get home
I reach for something precious
I never pictured myself being so weak
Craving it's cold touch
Needing to feel the sting
Insuring I'm still stuck here in this hell
The blades meets my warm skin
Relief is felt
My drug is here
I've never depended on something so much
But I'd be lost without it's touch.
