Red and Silver
The cold metal of the sharp razor caresses her thighs
Every one saying "She's just high"
Her mind is in another place
Only seeing his face
All she wants is to sit down and cry
But, instead she chooses to die
As the razor glides smoothly up her veins
she smiles, thoughtlessly, feeling no pain.
The blood flows from her skin like a crimson river.
The look in her eyes would make you shiver
Her eyes roll back in her head
Hurry, she's almost dead
As she lies there on the floor
The paramedics knock at the door.
When they finally make it in,
two seconds too late,
her life has flown from her skin.
Every one saying "She's just high"
Her mind is in another place
Only seeing his face
All she wants is to sit down and cry
But, instead she chooses to die
As the razor glides smoothly up her veins
she smiles, thoughtlessly, feeling no pain.
The blood flows from her skin like a crimson river.
The look in her eyes would make you shiver
Her eyes roll back in her head
Hurry, she's almost dead
As she lies there on the floor
The paramedics knock at the door.
When they finally make it in,
two seconds too late,
her life has flown from her skin.
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