Here we go again,
the way I was way back then,
I promised him and me I'd stop,
but that plan went "flop".
Razor I call out your name,
I give you all my fame,
all my love,
maybe you'll finally make me go above.
But right now it's looking like 6 feet under.
Let the lighting roll & let the thunder.
Let my sorrows roll out in blood,
make my tears of pains roll out in a flood.
I scrape my wrists,
but it's just like raising my fists.
Won't do any good,
it won't do like it should.
If they find me dead,
they'll feed the fishes with me, they'll be fed.
No one will really care.
They'll fight over my stuff, not share.
If I don't die,
if I don't get to touch the sky,
what good will it do?
I can't say I'm through.
This cutting is addicting and and a drug.
Men in white suits will pretend to give me a hug,
then get me with a butterfly net,
I'll spit on them till they're soaking wet.
More kids will think it's okay if they do it.
Every time instead of throwing a fit,
they cut the Hell out of their wrist.
Razor you fit, though, just like a mitt.
NO! I can't think like this, Razor's bad.
And cutting is turning into a fad.
Preps with perfect lives even do it now,
mental hospitals so full you have to plow.
Too many people are calling out "Razor" in the middle of the night.
Too many mothers dying in fright.
Mr. Razor, you have one less slave,
for me, you're only meant to shave.
I see what you're doing to the average teen,
they don't get their way so get mean.
You're plan ain't gonna work.
Mr. Razor, you can continue to hide in the murk.
You've screwed my life up so much already.
I'm fighting against you, and I'm ready!
I won't give in to you like a little elf,
just set you up here on this closet shelf.
Ha ha, Mr. Razor, who's laughing now?
I'm as stubborn as an ole sow.
After this, I'm gonna go make a great wife.
Mr. Razor, I hope you have a nice, bloodless life.
After that, Mr. Disposable Razor, I'm burning you!
So just go on your way, shoo shoo!
I don't want you anymore,
all you've done is made me sore!
