The air is still
The trickling sound still hangs in the air
The pain never goes away
And the blood keeps coming

The pain you brought
Was too much to bear
The thought of you brings to much pain
Pain that echoes into my soul

Death is a sweet realize
To the problem at hand
For as the tears roll down the cheek
The razor is grazing the vain

The pain is momentary
But in that moment I find bliss
Then my thoughts turn back to you
And the razor digs deeper

My body starts to shake
I start to feel sick
But as long as there is pain
There is no you

My mind is made up
The razor slits up my arm
The blood that was so warm
Suddenly turns cold

I am lying in a pool
Or crimson tears
That my body shed
For you

I am in so much pain
I know the end is near
But my thoughts turn to you
And now you're the only thing I think about

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