I pick a lighter,
Plain or not,
I pick a lighter,
I pick it up.
I've found an alternative,
To the razor blade,
Something that doesn't,
Break the promise,
I made.
Not really painful,
Not at all,
I flick it off,
Then back on.
Lowering it,
The lighter,
The glory of the flame,
Running across my skin,
As I once again,
Burn Myself.
Plain or not,
I pick a lighter,
I pick it up.
I've found an alternative,
To the razor blade,
Something that doesn't,
Break the promise,
I made.
Not really painful,
Not at all,
I flick it off,
Then back on.
Lowering it,
The lighter,
The glory of the flame,
Running across my skin,
As I once again,
Burn Myself.
