One cut
That's all it will take
To bring upon me
What is to be my fate
Call out to me
Like you have before
Lie me worry-free and happy
Upon the cold hard floor
Just one cut from you
That is all I need
I have no plans of suicide
No hopes to succeed
Just the cold sting of the razor
To watch the blood flow
Scars and memories
That many will never know
Pain on the outside
To match the pain within
The blade is my weakness
My weakness controls my sin
Don't tell me I can control myself
I want to believe I can
I just need a way to cope
I need someone to understand
The blood drops are calming
The lines bring me ease
Not accepted for who I am
So who am I trying to please
The smooth silver metal
Calls out my name
Take my depression
Please take away the pain
Give me some relief
Take away the stress
The blade cannot hurt me
After all the razor knows me the best
Come complete me
Once again make me feel whole
Take away the bitterness
That eats away at my soul
Just give me one cut
And then I promise to quit
Some say I'm addicted
But that I could never admit
I just need one cut
And then I'll be OK
Let me have what I need
So I can go on my way
I get out the razor
And I start with just one
But there are several
By the time I am done
I didn't want this to happen
I thought I could control the knife
But I became the razor's slave
As it slowly devoured my life
I fall to the floor
As I lay there with my blade
Tears fall, and I close my eyes
And soon the world starts to fade
They find me dead
Pale and lifeless on the ground
I thought I could control my addiction
So I did it while no one was around
One cut lead to another
I had absolutely no control
My razor has taken many things from me
But what I miss the most, is my life that it stole...
