heartache, i've felt plenty
when dreams leave me empty
there's nothing left to cry
when all my tears run dry
and i can picture it in my head
going over the words you said
and i'm stepping into a tub, water so clear
it's your hate, your bitter voice i hear
that brings me closer to the knife
this isn't living, this isn't life
when it overwhelms, just waking up
knowing i've never been worthy of love
i feel the old familiar sting
know i can't change anything
everything has twists and turns
but i like the way my skin burns
when i feel the cold metal against my skin
and silently hope i won't wake up again
too much time alone to think
watching the water turning pink
because i couldn't cut deep enough