i look at the razor blade in my hand
and i think to myself is it worth it
no one cares and no one loves me
i feel an itching need under my skin
im trying to chose
the day turns to night
the night turns to day
and i still think should I
what do i got to lose
i look at the blade again
and i bring it to my wrist
still thinking should I do it
ive been up in my room for two days
yet no one cares and no one comes
i put the blade
against my wrist pressing it to my skin
i think to myself what do i got to lose id lose everything
i decide no and i rop the blade tears running down my face
i collaspe to the floor and all i feel is pain
pain from all the shit i take
and pain from my broken heart.
 
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