He said words don't mean shit to him
Though for me it's always been art
Now his voice rings in head
And its really making me hurt
My hearts tearing bit by bit
I'm holding tears as I speak
I should have learnt to conceal how I feel
It's like I chase and you keep pushing me away
It hurts me ;but words don't mean a thing
How else do you want me to speak
when my art is nothing
My heart feels empty
Though my art has drops of blood
Some have drops of tears
Others have thoughts of death
Though all with you had love that's pure
But you said it don't mean a thing
In my head I still hear you say
