Razor In Hand; All In My Mind

I think once you make yourself believe, That everything was perfect, That part of your thoughts shall, Take over your tomorrow. When you finally awaken, And realize what you have done, You will only find isolation in sorrow. You will run to the corner, Razor in hand, And turn all the lights out, While your tears run fierce. You will let the razor run down your heart, Because any pain is better than that one. Crying away so much pain and more, Not being capable of finding any doors. Looking out the window and you only see, An abyss filled with darkness for miles away. Razor in hand, Blood down your face, Stained on your chest and, From the world you race. Tears filed with blood, Bleeding away, Trying to find, A new today. Razor in hand, Nowhere to hide, You were never there, It was all in my mind.