Cut
Whoever thought to use the free one
Thos damn razors, nicks and nacks.
It starts by shock, tears soon follow
I've always hated my shaky hands
Try to hide my imperfections
A piece of me dies today
Shoked by blood, this life so fragile
Why must I fight against my maker?
Copyright © Manny Galvan | Year Posted 2009
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