| Dazed And Depressed |
| Dazed and depressed My hands shake as I write, As I think about what's going on And consider taking flight. The past few days have been hell, Again last night I was in a state As thoughts and feelings raced through my head And to feel my razor, I couldn't wait. All I wanted to do, was cut and cut and cut To see the blood, and feel the pain. Last night I chose the right side of my body And took the razor to my skin again. |
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