I have cuts on my heart.
They where put there by others.
Every time they pick up the razor they cut a little deeper into my heart.
I'm so close to loosing them,
Him and her.
If I loose them I loose myself.
They hurt with pain I can't fix.
I'm afraid that one day I'm going to wake and they won't be there.
They say I don't understand.
How could I?
They say they can see the hope in my eyes.
If only they knew...
Knew that a year ago I was them.
I cried myself to sleep
I held the blade.
I went through the test.
I want them to stay.
I can't let them leave.
These cuts on my heart get deeper and deeper, and I can't make the pain stop.
