So detached...i couldn't give a |f|u|c|k|

Just one little slice and it'll all be alrite.

I don't need to hold your hand,
to walk through these fields of wasted land,
were every bomb has dropped,
and took our lives away.

cont...

Cont..
And I don't need to shed those tears,
and tell you all those little fear,
I was fine alone,
and I'll stay that way.

I don't need you.

I love you,
you love me,
and that is what,
sickens me.

I see my cuts, as a thing of beauty.
I see the blood, as a work of art.
I see the scars, as a masterpiece in the making,
I see my razor, as an object of perfection.