Razor's Edge

I look down at my arm
And see the slashed up skin
It doesn't really bother me
Not like it would a kid
I pick up my old razor
And look at the sharpened edge
I remember how it started
But we won't get into that
It's not something I'm ashamed of
It's just a messed up past
I wonder how long I'll do this
How long it all will last
People come and look at me
And say they understand
But I tend to doubt that
cause I know they really can't
I know I want to stop this
So I can live my life
But now everything is dependent
On this silver knife
I haven't been to rehab
I have no money to go
So I keep on doing this
As long as I don't show
People say they're there for you
But you know it's false
It's like my life's controlled
By everybody else
So I guess I'll stop this
The cuts are 'nough for now
So next time you're wondering
I won't be around