I need something razor sharp,
Something shiny, something that hurts.
I feel nothing inside.
Im undone,
And going dry.
Im filled with sadness,
But I cant cry,
So you wont see the water from my eyes.

I need something to help me,
Something safe, that makes me happy.
I feel dead.
Im not fine.
Im losing control.
But most of all, Im losing hope.
Goodbye to you,
Im waiting for my revival,
With my knife at hand.

Give me something useful,
Something razor sharp and razor clean,
I miss the girl I used to be.