Every morning before school starts
I bring it out, for no one to doubt.
And when the night comes, it goes back in, to show my family what they bring...
The screaming and yelling, only makes me hurt more. But what you don't know is, I know so much more... When I take that razor, I say this is for you... The blood will pour out like a pool... the hardwood floor covered in red...
The gasp you make when you see me down....
The gurney I ride, and the weeps I hear, as I drift away,
away I stay...
