No more chances.

Far from perfect - BITTER.
Unsure, alone and lost.
Guilty is the sinner...
A perfect love is gone - was tossed.

Pusg the razor deeper,
Insert it farther in.
Every cut is closer,
Force it harder in your skin.

Surrounded with this guilt.
Your only friend - a knife.
Losing sight of sanity,
And losing sight of life.

Not asking for forgiveness,
Not asking for a second chance,
Not asking you for anything.
My razor blade romance.