first it was great; the adrenaline, the rush, a smile came to my face at the
sign of the gush. but then i needed to do it, more and more my sanctuary was
the cold bathroom floor. the razor, my savior, also my best friend, i’m
moving to fast; how will all this end? now it is so clear that i’m falling
apart, i'm not strong enough to stop; i was only weak enough to start. i’m
spinning, angry, just a no body, lost..it was bliss when i started; but look
at what it has cost; a normal life, the trust of my family, the faith of my
friends; perhaps my own sanity. so listen when i say: don’t start to do this
shit, i know, i’m just another hypocrite
 
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