Blood stained razor Songtext / Lyric

Blood stained razor

My razor is blood-stained
From slashes to my wrist
But what can I do?
I don't wanna live

I'm living my life
Sunday I took a razor to my wrist
I cut
But stopped after the fiery pain
Took over

But, why?


I guess I'm afraid
I had a dream
Of death
It wasn't pretty
But I DONT CARE


I'll get a gun
Point it to my head
And pull the trigger
Then,
I'll have the strength

But die?

From my blood stained razor
From my blood stained razor





Maybe this time,
I'll succeed
I hope so
My love hates me
And my friend as will be dead
What can I do?

But cry??
And die??
So Why??

From my blood stained razor