Paper Cut Eyes

Nails

Nails

There you are,

scratching at my broken heart.

Raking your nails,

over ripped up, bleeding flesh.

Can't you see I'm already broken,

can't you see what a wreck I am?

Still here you are,

ready to rip up my broken heart.

Didn't anyone teach you

not to kick someone who's already down.

Never planned to be a freak,

but now it's just too late.

You don't care,

about anything but a laugh.

You don't care,

about how might feel.

So here you are,

raking your nails over my broken heart.

Until the day my nails grow,

and I ram them through your throat.