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.