Cutting

Drag the blade across your skin,
Until you start to bleed again,
Cut yourself as deep as you can go,
Let the razor kill you nice and slow,

The razor doesn't care if you bleed,
Your pain and suffering is all it needs,
It's a sick addiction, a deadly obsession,
A way to help you cope with depression,

There's a new scar on your wrist everyday,
In your bloody hands your blood slips away,
The razor is your antidote,
Around your neck you've tied a rope,

Don't stop cutting hold the blade still,
Don't think about it just pop another pill.