Put that razor down, don't say goodbye.
Believe me when I say, you're too young to die.
Pull down your sleeve, wipe your tears.
For you, I will fight all of your fears.
Hush little baby, don't care for his love.
If he gave you a care, he wouldn't have gave you up.
When your parents hit you, I'll be there when your bruised or bleed
I'll give you anything that you need.
So when you think no one loves you and that your all on your own.
Remember child, my heart is your home.
When you Think things won't get better
Text me, Call me, or even right me a letter.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
Put that razor down, don't say goodbye.
Believe me when I say, you're too young to die.
Pull down your sleeve, wipe your tears.
For you, I will fight all of your fears.
Hush little baby, don't care for his love.
If he gave you a care, he wouldn't have gave you up.
When your parents hit you, I'll be there when your bruised or bleed
I'll give you anything that you need.
So when you think no one loves you and that your all on your own.
Remember child, my heart is your home.
When you Think things won't get better
Text me, Call me, or even right me a letter.
