My Hand Is Just An Instrument
My hand is just an instrument
it bends to my demands
everything it does
it does at my command
so when it lifts the razor blade
its me who wants it too
and when that razor blade cuts skin
yah... I want that too
I want
I need
I have to have
this simple little joy
its funny how a single cut
can drown away my woes
so don't tell me to stop doing it
don't judge what you cant know
my hand is just an instrument
and my pains are all my own.
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