Feeling like a fool because I cannot control
The dull, shaking razor I hold to my soul
Standing above the overflowing sink
I wipe the steamed mirror as I hold on the brink
Cut the hair, but not the skin
Hold back blood and shave on a grin
Smiles are money that buy you a life
But honesty is the sharpened knife
You may die quick, but you’ll die free
I’d rather go now than fake what I’ll be
The only thing that slips away
Is the person you thought you had to play
Kill that, Darling. Twist the blade.
You will only sleep in the bed you’ve made.
Be your own person. Live your own choice.
Write your name in the fog and raise that cutting voice.