weakness

we all have a weakness
so ill tell you about mine
i sit and do it from time to time

its an odd obsession that i admit
but not odd enough to convince me to quit
i've tried before without success
but the blade still calls me, and i always say yes

in the light her edges gleam
before long my wrist wears a crimson stream
pain of the flesh is better than pain for the soul
so i let my little razor take her toll

she takes not much just what i can give
she takes my heart ache and lets me live
but every time its a little more
for pain you see is her paramore
a little deeper a little longer
my urge to use it gets ever stronger