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Ｙｏｕｌｌｎｅｖｅｒｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ ｍｅ

My razor is so powerful

Always fixing me when I'm broke

From cutting  lines in my arm

To cutting lines of coke



My razor is my weapon

Only used to defeat myself

And I can't tell if my tool is good or bad

Since I'm not hurting/"fixing" anyone else

so much time to spend,
and yet, so little time to earn.

I start cutting
I stop eating
I start dying
I stop breathing

I was blinded by your light,
But now you're burnt out.

The body's still breathing, but I'm not quite alive,
A soul in standby, simply trying to survive.

I don't want to be his five minute cigarette break
I want to be the person he comes to every time he lights up a blunt
I don't want to be drunk with him on a Saturday night
I want to be the person who's there with him when the sunrise is up on Sunday morning and he's still hang over
I want to be the person he drunk calls at four o'clock in the morning when his mind is blurred, yet my name is the first and only thing he thinks about
I want to be the person he thinks of when he is so high and he can't think straight but the thought of my face is always clear no matter where his mind wanders off
But these are just my thoughts when I've already had five hits
As I watched him across the room
He probably had too many to drink and lit up a lot
When he takes his last hit, he smiles at me
And the thoughts I had felt like forever
But only a minute passed by
But when he grinned at me
In that moment I wished it lasted for a long time
He probably won't remember any of this the next day
I know I will

Your mouth was always cave of secrets
making me wonder about all the things you said
making me wonder about all the things you never said.

And I hate the way you left me wondering
three years later
with no answers
to my silent questions.