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Razor Counts To Ten
There was a day I stepped in red
The day I taught my razor blade
To count to Ten
One for the pain you inflict on my soul
Two for the lies you've alway told
Three for the person you wish I was
Four are all the regrets your mind does
Five for the times you wanted me gone
Six for everything you said was wrong
Seven for the damage done to my heart
Eight for the family you said I tore apart
Nine for every hateful word you've said
Ten just for you now that I'm dead
The day I taught my razor blade
To count to Ten
One for the pain you inflict on my soul
Two for the lies you've alway told
Three for the person you wish I was
Four are all the regrets your mind does
Five for the times you wanted me gone
Six for everything you said was wrong
Seven for the damage done to my heart
Eight for the family you said I tore apart
Nine for every hateful word you've said
Ten just for you now that I'm dead
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