It stings and burns
Watching the ruby blood stream
Run down in twists and turns
You can't place what it means
Though you know its nothing good
Struggling to find a reason why
You know you should
Instead you just cry
Its not the first time nor the last
Remembering everything all together
Try and say it's all in the past
Hopefully you'll get better
What hope is left for you now
As you put the razor back on the shelf
And wonder just exactly how
You could keep doing this to yourself
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
It stings and burns
Watching the ruby blood stream
Run down in twists and turns
You can't place what it means
Though you know its nothing good
Struggling to find a reason why
You know you should
Instead you just cry
Its not the first time nor the last
Remembering everything all together
Try and say it's all in the past
Hopefully you'll get better
What hope is left for you now
As you put the razor back on the shelf
And wonder just exactly how
You could keep doing this to yourself
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