A razor and a story
I’ll cause my own harm
Forget me.
I’ll cause my own harm.
I’ll take a razor to my arm
I’ll cut in deep, then watch the blood drop onto the floor, then turn into a nice big flood.
That pain I have no more.
This pain that I just caused is better than yours.
I can stop it when I want to, or even cut in deeper.
I’ll cause my own harm, I’ll take a razor to my arm
I’ll watch the blood run down; I welcome the pain with my poker face
Black and red is what I see, black and red will always be me.
I’ve acted who I’m not. Just to please other people.
But they don’t give a damn.
Now I bring the razor down, to slice up my hand.
The pain I’m feeling I can’t describe.
It’s like a sugar rush; I can’t feel it now but I’ll feel it in an hour.
The blood is pouring down, raining like a bloody shower.
Pain is like a forgotten friend.
Once you remember, it hits you hard, just like a fucking wild card.
Pain has no real meaning, or a goddamned definition
Pain is, what pain does…
A razor and a bloody mess.
Forget me…
I’ll cause my own harm.
I’ll take this razor to my motherfucking arm.
I’ll cause it all, and I’ll watch the blood…
Fall...
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