The way it makes a pop sound when the skin spilts
The way you're never sure if this is really it
The way the blood drips streams on your arms
The way the razor never loses its charm
The sensation you get that helps you forget
The nights that you slept, not done bleeding yet
The way it takes a hold inside
The intense fire in your veins takes you for a ride
An addiction still taboo
An adiction caused by you
An addiction most confuse, and say I self abuse
It's just a bit of relief from my overwhelming days
Take my eyes off the wound, caught myself in a haze
It's a simple kind of high when the blade goes in
I guess you can say it's my heroin
It's only been about four or five years
Living in my world of red tears
Don't need to bother switching gears
I'm quite comfortable sitting here
Don't look at my scars, I know they're quite plenty
It's just that sometimes I feel so empty
And nothing can quite be the cure
Like the bitter sweet sight of blood on the floor
 
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