The Razor

I wanna feel you against my skin once more,
against this I don\'t think there is a cure.
I know this is an obsession,
which is now in my possesion.

I thought I was strong enough to resist,
but my hand is now tied into a fist.
Every night I go to bed thinking of you.
On the bathroom floor there is a clue.

Blood on the counter in the kitchen,
the scares on my wrist are itchin\'.
As I lay my head down to rest,
I wonder how I have gotten so depressed.

My blood is as cold as the night.
In this life I can\'t seem to find the light.
If I ever from this circle want out,
I must learn not to pout.

But right now I am in,
and that\'s where I\'m stayin\',
in the middle of my dissaster,
I\'ll stay til long after,

All of this happened so fast,
I wonder how long I will last?
All of this happened so quick,
most of the time I feel so sick.

Dearest mom what have I done?
Why does everyone around me start to run?

I\'ve fallen in a rut,
everyday I do another cut.
I love that it hurt,
there is blood all over my shirt.