The razor my freind
the world my enemy
no wonder there scared of me
there words leave scars
thell hurt me till im numb to pain
blood rushing out of my wound
heart skiping beats
will this be the end of me
will i live to see anthor face
closing my eyes hopeing to see
the pretty bright lights
i open my eyes
i still see the pitch blackness
of the world i once thought
i wuld never see agian
i sigh in bitterness
why wont they take me already !
the ravor my freind
the world my enemy
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