Every cut is relaxing as the blood pours out I get satisfaction
it helps so much better reaction the way I grip the razor is like traction
half way done everyone will see your name in me
but you aint my son
after that I put down my gun
every sad song have sung
I cared for you I have dared to cross that line
put up a wall
on the outside I seem fine
maybe inside I’m dying
gone crazy all this does is faze me
final cut I’m getting dazy
cross in my arm baring your name
sense you have been gone
nothing is the same
I can only blame myself for this Logan you will be missed….