Bad Habits Come Back

I sat there with tears rolling down my face.
I felt the blood throbbing in my wrists.
I should have known --
-- Bad habits come back.

I try not to get up,
Try not to get the razor blade out the box.
I should have known --
-- Bad habits come back.

I decide to write so I grab a pencil and paper.
Rather do this than something I'll regret later.
But I should have know --
-- Bad habits come back.