I'm so sick of wearing long sleeve shirts,
but what i've begun,
takes away all my pain and hurt.
So many tricks and so many lies,
my happiness comes but then,
slowly dies.
They tell me it's wrong but it feels so right,
no-one will ever know,
what i feel inside.
I could end it now but the wounds would stop bleeding,
and then what would i do,
when my obsession needs feeding??
No-one can help me now i've used this razorblade,
as i've fooled with the devil,
and sold my life away.
I told my friend i'd stop and i really did try,
but its already taken over,
and won't stop 'til i die... |