My selfish heart broke a little
With words that tore through me
Like butter knives
Because it takes longer
To rip out a heart
With something so dull
Dull like me
Dull like the music
Rushing through my hushed lips
Because music isn't as beautiful
When it's escaping prison
The prisoners rage war
On the backs of my eyes
Not the front
Because everything is connected
From the back of them
It does more damage
You've damaged my prisoner of a heart
And I cannot scream though these lips wish to
I cannot fight back
If I were emptier
I would be dead.