Razor blade, Razor blade
Let's sing a song,
Even thought it's all wrong,
I'l press you against my ski and wait for the blood
to come, my eyes full of tears
The dirty deed is done.
The pain is gone, even if it's only for now
As i smile to myself and take a little bow.
Razor blade, Razor blade,
We sang our song and now your time is done.
Was it really that wrong?
YOU ARE READING
I'm Done With It All
Non-Fictioni'm... hurting so much... to a point that i never have before....
