I sit in the tub, droplets hitting my face
thinking about, "You are a disgrace."
A little pink razor looking at me,
I drop my head to my knees.
I say “Not today you silvery fiend,”
as I drag my knees to my chest
I look to the ceiling and humbly plead
in a quiet voice, “Oh, save me, please.”
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
I sit in the tub, droplets hitting my face
thinking about, "You are a disgrace."
A little pink razor looking at me,
I drop my head to my knees.
I say “Not today you silvery fiend,”
as I drag my knees to my chest
I look to the ceiling and humbly plead
in a quiet voice, “Oh, save me, please.”
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