It used to be a safety pin,
My only escape from all my sins,
It used to be a razor,
I used it instead of a shavor.
But now i only have my kitchen knife,
it keeps me more alive in life.
On a lonely day, no one looks my way.
its okay, doesnt matter either way.
All anyone does is betray.
When i lay me down to sleep,
A knife is always near,
A knife i'll always keep,
So when i have pain thats way down deep
i'll make a slit, and the blood will creap.
Its my only escape,
its real, the only thing i can barely feel.
Its not fake, not even a mistake,
its the only thing ive done right,
its my chocolate sunday delight,
when ever im in pain and agony,
its the only thing that sets me free.
I love my Kitchen Knife,
'Cause its the only thing i have left in life. |
