THE RAZOR?

Razor Blade Razor Blade

Lets sing a song

Lets erase the pain

Even though its wrong

 

I'll press you against my skin

And wait for the blood to come

My eyes full with tears

The dirty deed is done

 

The pain is gone

Even if its only for now

As I smile to myself

And take a little bow

 

Razor Blade Razor Blade

We sang our song

Now our time is done

Was it really that wrong?.

 

 

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This poem is about: 
Me

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