Is this blooming in my bloodstream,
Or running through my head.
I have to cut it out.
Cut it out.
It’s not something I want to do,
But rather that I need to.
I can’t keep living with you
Sitting next to me.

I’ve got this razor in my hand
So show me where this started,
I have to cut it out.
Cut it out,
Before this infection spreads.
I can’t keep living with you
Lying next to me.

Tears running down my face,
Searching for the source.
I have to cut it out.
Cut it out.
This can’t go one any longer.
I can’t keep living with you,
Staring back at me.