Sitting in my room at night A razor blade in my hand tilting it back and forth my ticket from this land Trying to find the courage as I make a fist to take this symbol of lost hope and place it to my wrist I cannot do it, at least not yet I must think about it more from deep inside to fend the strength so my soul can soar Fly up into the sky and find a better place Where I can rest forever and memories be erased memories of sorrow guilt and grief and fear as I remember my lost hope and I place it near I push it down against my skin and begin to feel the burn eternity of peace and love from this I will earn I push down harder over my wrist it glides My soul has been completely freed from where the flesh abides
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