Cigarettes and Razorblades!

Give me some cigarettes and new razorblades.
Give me! and let me be the main character in the spectacle one last time,
Where blood and tears is in the center and where razorblades and cigarettes just are some aid.
Give me freedom, Where nothing is forbidden.
Never felt so trapped like now,
I may not use any of them fucking,
only method that makes me feel good,
how can anything that makes me so good,
make others so bad... if I only spreading sorrow
around me when I'm happy,
there my duty to feel sorrow when others are happy.
sorrows taking over me, I can not stand more.