i am an artist
but my story has a twist
my paint brush is a razor
and my canvas is my skin

the razor dances across my skin
leaving marks of red
taking away the one thing that might just keep me alive
but i don't care anymore
the razor and its appeal is taking over
becoming everything i want
everything i need
everything
and anything

my story has a twist
i paint with a razor
and my canvas is my skin
i wish to stop
but i see no way out
i did it last time
but i am sunk back in
please let me go
i can't do this anymore
my skin is way too red
my heart is way to shattered
so please
oh please
razor,
let me go