I never thought you'd be the one
be the one to hurt me the most
But now I know how you feel
living everyday with regret & pain
Yeah, it cuts deep – thinking we had something special
I think back to the words you spoke . . .
. . . those meaningless words – they bring a tear to my eye
I wipe it away violently, to regain composure . . .
emotionless you'd never think I was broken inside
How can I recover from cuts so deep?
– the blade I hold now doesn't match to you

If I lived another day I would go mad!
The hurt overwhelms my body
                                                        and overshadows the past

It's the same old cycle, meaningless words
from a cold heart, cutting deep, deeper than
the blade I now hold to my skin.