“This life is like a razor When it cuts, I bleed But it's in my hand and I'm doing it to me Sometimes it's like an ocean And it gets too deep And there's no way that now you could rescue me When I close my eyes I'm fighting in the dark Trying not to break your heart Sometimes I get so high Falling is the only out I see And I don't wanna take you down with me”

that first part is so important to me because it was one of the last conversations my grandma had with my cousin Tommy; he cried to her and told her he didn’t mean to hurt anyone. he was an alcoholic and fell down the stairs, for those who don’t know. he prayed with her that night.