*Trigger Warning! This song is about struggling with self-harm!*
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
A 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
CHORUS
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 you 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, nough, nough
CHORUS
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 mutilation'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
Cuz we all know
"Emo kids like to hurt themselves"
Too many feelings and not enough "self-control"
And I mean
Does this mess with any of the rest of ya?
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
At the end of the day
You know I still had to face
That I can pick at the pain
But I can't cut it away
And you know what else I can't do
Is give you 10 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 you
Drag my heart to the piano
And let it sing for you
