There's a hole in my chest.
I hate the way it whistles in the wind,
singing its song of emptiness to the world.

There's a hole in my chest.
I hate the way I nearly drown every night
when I take a shower.

There's a hole in my chest.
I hate the way it looks like everyone
who has ever left me.

There's a hole in my chest.
I hate the way it stings.