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I push my finger into my...eyes,
it's the only thing... that slowly stops the ache.
And my life darkens with every breath I take.
Whether my soul lives on,
or my life and mind go blank.
No matter the amount of pain,
my death is the one thing I can't fake.
Should I move on?
Should I forget?
Should I do more than she will let?
But none of this hurts as much,
as my beloved's Razorlbade touch.
Why does the sadness grow with every darkened hour ?
Her beauty as frail as a flower.
In my dreams I start to fight,
I toss and turn every night.
The blade pierces my already bleeding heart,
My entire life falls apart.
But none of this hurts as much,
as my beloved's Razorblade touch.
None of this hurts as much,
as my beloved's Razorblade touch.