I wanna grab a razor blade.
I wanna test it on my hand.
I wanna kiss it, use it,
Leave a trail of blood across the land.
I wanna, but I never have,
And I'm afraid to start,
Even though I can already taste
The relief of an ungrieved heart.
It tastes like freedom I've never known
And heights I've never seen.
The thoughts alone take me to places
That I've only dreamed of being.
Scratches only scratch the surface
And melted wax is a tease... a painful, painful tease.
My soul is shouting. My skin is longing.
Please, please, please, please.
Maybe just a tiny finger cut,
And Oh, that won't be all.
I know I'll be back here,
And I'm ready to take the fall.
