This is the song I’m too scared to write But some of you may need it tonight
Oh there you were, heart made of glass fragile little thing, shattered too fast tried to pick the pieces up up up and that’s the way you first got cut cut cut
Devil drew you in, you didn’t let it show didn’t want the others to ever have to know that you were getting hooked on up up up and all you had to do was cut cut cut
You carved a special place for your pain so it came back to hurt you every night you closed your eyes and wished it all away until you disappeared under the knife
You knew the deal, no one gives a damn just another needy kid, sob story in hand keep your secrets covered up up up we don’t need another cut cut cut
But you couldn’t hide a heart made of glass You put yourself together with all the strength you had You were finally fed up up up finally had to scream enough enough enough
You carved a special place for your pain so it came back to hurt you every night you closed your eyes and wished it all away until you disappeared under the knife
Listen- I know it’s simplified from the other side it’s easy to gloss over all the messy reasons why and it’s easy to forget where you’ve been I guess that’s what the scars are for, huh?
When we were 15 we wouldn’t dare let that shit be seen but now it seems mutalation’s gone mainstream I see you at my shows, scarred up from head to toe like there’s no point even trying not to let it show
Cause we all know, emo kids like to hurt themselves too many feelings and not enough self control and I mean, does this mess any of the rest of you it’s an epidemic and we’re cool with it, don’t question it
But it bothers me, our scars are currency by which we’re measured like let the record show who let it slip and who held it together cutters and burners and honorable mentions posers who still cut themselves up for the attention
I don’t care your intentions, I just want you to know my self-hatred never took me where I wanted to go and at the end of the day, you know I still had to face that I can pick at the pain, but can’t cut it away
and you know what else I can’t do is give you ten good reasons not to I’ve racked my brain for clever sayings of all the things you ought to do But you know, I think if there was something I could say They’d have thrown it on a brochure- and sent you on your way
So I’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and make it sing for you I’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
