Blackened tears, razors and blood, these are my substitutes for love.
They won't turn their back on me, my substitute for love is pain and misery.
Misery won't betray you in the end, and pain can be your very best friend.
Their love for you is endless, when you're feeling worthless.
Just drag that blade across your skin, when you feel you need a friend.
They'll be there for the good or the bad, they'll be there when you're happy or you're sad.
So the next time you just want to feel love, grab a couple of razors, cry a few black tears and shed a little blood.
