I think about my broken heart, as i cut my arm apart
the razors edge so keen and bright, can't even match the pain inside
first i felt tears, and i think it isn't right
but i've lost my feelings, and my sight
all i have is the razors edge, here with me on my bed
no parent, no lover, no friend
for me to confide in, and cry on
but there is this razor
so keen and sharp
it makes my skin, match my heart
hidden scars
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