The Stand

I'm giving you up morphine
No longer will I use this razor
No longer will I play the violin on my wrist
No more blood dripping from my finger tips

I'm saying goodbye to you addiction
Getting rid of my knife
Cutting my nails down to size
Until you have fully gone away

I'm letting you go suicide
I want control of my life back
No more night crying congering up plans
No longer playing trigger games with my head

I'm taking a stand
I'm not letting myself fall again
I'm taking my stand
I'm not longer under your command

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