Year to year,
He still crys all of his tears,
Stuck in his own head,
He rather be in his deathbed,
It's sad to think,
That such a beautiful person's body
is marked with streaks of pink,
One razor; one depressing thought,
It's all it takes,
To start a horrible habit,
That he thinks is fate, a weakness with a toll,
But, yet I didn't know,
That the person I cared about most,
Is playing the game of bleeding,
His razor blade playing the host,
How long will it take,
Before his "fate" takes,
It hurts to know,
He rather be bleeding,
Instead of seeing,
That life can be oh so very deceiving,
I want you to know baby,
That this is not right,
And maybe not tonight,
But everything's gonna be alright,
You don't have to bleed ,
Because you can come to me,
I don't now if you can see,
That this is really killing me ,
And when you're in need,
Think of me,
Cause' I'll be here til' the end,
I wish I could mend,
All the pain they put you in,
But, that's the way the cookie crumbled,
Now I need you to stay humble,
And shine bright like the star,
I know you are!
