Oh, my hearts been ripped apart
way too many times
and, in vain, I try to fix it
with these worthless rhymes

So I'll take whats left of it
and stuff it with insane
sew it together with pain
and patch the holes with shame

I'll never admit to feeling angry
or when I feel a little too alone
even when I'm just completely empty
and I'm lost in my own home

This was never going anywhere
so I'll just ******* run away
away from here, away from her
and from all else I won't say

Because I feel too ******* angry
and I feel completely alone
its even painful to be empty
****** trapped by my own home

Here's another patch of self-pity
and another spool of hate
my needle turned into a syringe
my patchwork heart won't wait

And I don't feel like going anywhere
I'm too tired to go out and play
I'll stay in with my sewing project
and end its painful pulse today

Because my hearts been ripped to shreds
one too many ******* times
now I won't even try and fix it
why should I even try to rhyme?