Even thought it meant breaking another promise
i swore to the razor id be its best friend
every night b4 bed
id put the razor in my fist
and draw pitchers on my wrist
id make sure the cuts where deep
then id climb in to bed and go to sleep
the night would fall
making life seem dull
and as the night dies
the sun would rise
i slide out of my bed
hearing new things said
the sun switches to the moon
and here i lay once again in my room
razor in my fist
new pitchers on my wrist
this time the cuts where to deep
and Ive Fallon asleep
never to wake again
thanks to the razor my friend
~PLZ VOTE AND COMMENT ILL RETURN THE FAVOR I PROMISE~
