It's what is best.
It still hurts though.
Now I'll sit here in pain,
with nowhere to go.
And you'll be sitting there,
thinking of him.
So I'll cut of my breathing,
till the world starts to go dim.
I'll break my knuckles,
I'll beat my fists,
and try to ignore,
this pain in my wrists.
Because nothing is better,
than helping you,
it might hurt a lot,
but it's the best thing to do.