Razor

Come a little closer,
Place me on your wrist.
I'll help you fake your smile,
As you make a fist.

I'll cut away your problems,
And bleed away your fears.
I'll drain out your regrets,
And bring you lots of tears.

Never will you wear shorts again,
Don't even think about T-Shirts.
But thats the price of happiness,
Thats the risk of hurt.

So carry me wherever you go,
So i can be there for you.
Not like your so called friends,
Who might be there for you too.

but when theyre not i'm always here,
to take away the pain.
never will i let you down.
i'll just put you to shame.

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not one of my best.