I'm as cold as that razor
You use to cut your wrist
As dark as the blood
That comes out of those slits.
I'm as shattered and broken
As your lonely life
I know all the reasons
Why you use that knife.
I've done it before
So i can't judge you
I've probably been through everything
That you've already been through.
I'm all your hope
That tends to fade away
So when you cut your wrist
The only thing left are scars ready to be displayed.
I try to be your friend
But just like you, all my hope is gone
All i can think about
Is everything I've done wrong.
I'm all the sadness
And all the memories you've lost
I've realized now that you won't stop cutting your wrist
No matter what the cost.
So later on you cut too deep
And decide to leave
As your blood turns cold
Just like me
Never again turning back
As your eyes finally close
I have no choice now
But to put on your grave,
a cold concrete rose.
