Lullaby

Every time i tell my lies
the tears take over as my heart cries
for i will never be able to explain
why i force the razor through my vein

they never see my eyes scream
and they don't live with my dreams
they can never understand
why i hold the razor in my hand

as my tears slowly grow dry
i want even more to just die
and each cut i have made
has made me less and less afraid

for every time i pierce my vein
crimson is the color of the rain
that fills every inch of my soul
with a reassuring sense of control

it seems now that my pain
is the only thing keeping me sane
even though it still makes me cry
it has become my crimson lullaby