I held a razor in my hand
I got it from some man
He smiled when he gave it to me
I thought I could use it
I thought it'd set me free
From all this pain
It releases the one in me
The one that threatens to kill
Sinking deeper in my dreams
Hearing voices yes it seems
Dragging into bed very late at night
No one said good night they just had a fight
I woke up looking at all my cuts on my arms
Blood all over the sheets
I cried like I never cried be for
The angel in my sleep told me trouble was coming for me
I told myself I needed to go
Somewhere no one will ever know
Except my friends who know me so well
I come to the bathroom with the razor in my hand
I cut my self and released all the hurt inside
Releasing everything I've blamed
Pressure pours out of me
Nothing more to set me free
I just can't understand why that man gave this to me
Did he want to help get me out of this web?
Did he know what I was going through?
Or does he feel like me all the time too?
Wondering these questions blood dripping in the sink
Stared in the mirror I saw my reflection wink
Now I've finally got through myself am I ok now?
Is help what I need?
