Changing room lockers
The razor hides
There's no one around me
In who I confide
Me and my music
Razor and the rust
Pressing down my blade
Romantic thrust
Nobody finds me
Here I will lie
Watching the blood pour
Nobody cry.
Knife obsession freak
Feelings hurt
Wrists are pouring more life
On my red shirt
...I tried so hard all day to be like other girls
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