Days passed by
And weeks too...

A depressing story I say
To you that may not care...

The first day I looked at you
There was something holding me back...

I sit here and I'm thinking of what to tell you
I sit here with a smile on my face...

With this knife
I should end my life...

I looked at you
And I gave you my heart...

As I sliced my skin
With a sharp blade...

I hurt you once
And then again...

Your hands are shaking
As blood starts to pour...

I turn to you and smile
As you turn your back to me...

Things are changing around me
It's never what it use to be...

Take the razor
And take it deep...