Razorblade Salvation
I'm sure you've heard the story before /
It starts with midnight walks along the seashore /
Defying Fatigue and abandoning sleep, /
All in exchange for another chance to weep. /
Boys always texting, blowing up her phone /
A hundred friends, but she's still alone. /
To the world she's all smiles, /
But tears mix with blood on the bathroom tiles /
She's got a secret that nobody knows, /
Wearing sweaters whether or not the wind blows. /
'Cause her mother is friends with the bottle /
And her abusive father is no role model. /
See, it's hard to remain positive /
When you question your will to live. /
Looks can be deceiving so make no exception, /
That girl believes in Razorblade Salvation.