Thoughts of you plunge through my veins Before I know it, I'm on my knees in crippling pain Like always, I'm alone but surrounded by thoughts of you My mind races and there's nothing I can do Why am I a slave for you? You crack the whip and there's nothing I won't do I just want your attention Your affection It comes so rarely I'm like a drug addict craving my next fix And there's no drug as sweet as a taste if you You have this power over me that I can't explain Even when I say no, I won't keep my word for long You never keep your word for long either The difference is when I breakdown you get what you want You always win And I lay here trapped What more could I do? Rip my heart out of my chest and hand it to you? So you could physically feel it beating rapidly and frantically for you? Would it matter? Would it change a thing? Then if you could feel what these games do to me, would you change? Could you change? I just want a chance to come first I want you to live up to the pretty words you tell me to convince me not to leave That being crippled by you is worth it because I have a hold on your heart too That all this pain and confusion is worth something Or would you just stand there, my heart rapidly beating in your hands and completely exposed Would you just smile as you toss it back and forth with your greedy hands? Laughing it off as I start to wilt each time you carelessly throw it in the air I crumble with regret because there was nothing I could do to make my heart matter to you I press my head on the cold floor and let my eyes shut If you're gonna have my heart one way or the other, I might as well let my feelings bleed out And lay here until there's nothing left My veins run cold I go numb The high you gave me does nothing now I still see you dangling my aching heart in my face Clueless to what you've done But for the first time, I feel nothing Just nothing My heart may be in your hands But it's empty You might start to feel your loss of power as it starts to shrivel in your hands And I'll lay very still, but peacefully on that cold floor You may have my heart in your hands But it died And I finally feel nothing
Sometimes an empty heart feels better than a heart in constant turmoil.. Always beating for someone who's heart doesn't even skip a beat for you.. Maybe in the end it'll be what saves me...