Her tears come at night when no one's here.
When all her fears come alive,
That's when your not there.
They fall even when she's asleep.
The blade of that razor is what helps,
When her feelings come leaking out.
That first drop of blood maybe the last,
Only if you stop pushing aside her past.
The day you realize you need to help,
Her razor may have already done your deed,
And then it will be your tears that make you fall asleep.