The pain it comes.
It will not heal.
So I'll take a razor.
And I'll deal.
I'll deal with it all.
In my own little way.
Until I find someone,
Who knows how to save.
So here I am,
in my room.
Razor in hand,
I begin to move.
The razor down my arm.
I watch it bleed.
I feel no pain.
I just want to feel free.
And I want it to rain.
To rain on me.
So I can breathe.
Please rain on me lord.
I need your tears.
I can get through my fears.
Cause lately its been hard,
and the only way I can deal.
Is with this razor in hand.
I feel so real.
Sure it might be stupid,
and sure it might be dumb.
But to some people a razor,
Is how we unbreak feeling numb.
your beauty queen smile and long blonde
tend to catch peoples eye and they begin to stare
your lovely fair skin and perfect nose
tend to make others jealous and make me want to over-dose
your sparkling eyes and pouty lips
tend to make the boys grin and only wish
your flashy smile and rosy, dimpled cheeks
tend to make me reach for a knife and want to bleed
your innocent laugh and light touch
tend to keep others addicted to where they can't get enough
yourself as a person all-in-all
tend to make me wonder how a person's brain can be so small
your ditzy stare and gasping voice
tend to make others smile - you're their first choice
your never ending conceit and all around selfishness
tend to make me cringe - i want to put you at rest
I know they hate me,
I know they don't care,
I know they don't love me,
So I take the sissors and
Every fight we have,
Everytime you yell at me,
Everytime you say im not good enough to be in this
I take the sissors and cut.
I cut to feel the pain for that split second,
Everything seems just right,
the blood leaves my body it takes a
little of me.
It is my way of covering the hurt inside.
Yet still the actual
pain will remain deep inside
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you its only seed
It's the soul afraid of dreaming,
That never learns to dance
And the soul afraid of waking,
That never takes the chance
It's the one, who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying,
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
When you feel that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose
I've searched around the world
from north to south, and east to west for a friend!
Day and night, in search of a friend
because I only wanted the best.
This friend must be kind and sincere,
happy and full of cheer.
Someone who knows how to have lots of fun,
and when times get rough, won't run.
Though I've searched the world looking for you,
my friendship wishes finally came true.
I FOUND YOU MY FRIEND!