Sweet is the pain,
In the cradle of my wrist
I'd gladly explain,
But no explanation exists,
Slide the razor up,
Slide the razor down,
I think I've had enough..
I'll keep going anyhow.
Blood trickles over my fingers,
Slightly curled.
I met a girl,
She gave me love and happiness,
She left me with a frown,
Slide the razor up,
Slide the razor down
I'll be perfect.
-Lydia Gordon
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Sweet is the pain,
In the cradle of my wrist
I'd gladly explain,
But no explanation exists,
Slide the razor up,
Slide the razor down,
I think I've had enough..
I'll keep going anyhow.
Blood trickles over my fingers,
Slightly curled.
I met a girl,
She gave me love and happiness,
She left me with a frown,
Slide the razor up,
Slide the razor down
I'll be perfect.
-Lydia Gordon
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