The real me knows what ive become
as its thoughts are dying and are becoming numb
my love has cost damaged in my life
filling me with sorrow and strife
i try to ignore my pain
but it keeps dragging like a chain
my tears shower like rain
and my blood drips out from my vein
i have scars and ive seen things
scars from my love and things i regret
she broke me and now it stings
and i liked the feeling
the feeling of getting hurt
as she said no when i was kneeling
now my chin lays softly against my shirt
as time goes slowly the chair falls
i see the bright white halls
as you can see im not the same
im gone and my love is to blame
the thing that changed
is that my thoughts have rearranged
since now my body lays in dirt
i now believe love is just an excuse to get hurt
