• I look at my wrist
    It has not a single eye
    If it even had one
    My wrist would cry

    I pick up my razor
    Look at that too
    It reflects my face
    I shed a tear, boohoo

    I think back at my life
    All the painful years
    In front of the mirror
    I broke out in tears

    My mom knocks on the door
    She asks what is up
    I pray to the heavens
    I don't ******** this up

    I put the razor to my skin
    Will it hurt a lot?
    I start cutting...
    Damn, I forgot!

    I recall a phrase
    A meaningful load
    Go down the street
    Not across the road