How do you recover from a night with the razor?
Hours of contemplating...

My arm is a canvas.
I paint with a knife...

A mistaken text,
it changed my night...

I'm unhappy waiting,
that's evident...

This might be one of the hardest things I've ever...
But seeing you with her earlier was hard too...

So here I sit wondering what to write,
All I can think of is you...

When you fall in love,
it's perfect...