That familiar stinging feeling
The kind that makes it hard to breathe
Something must be wrong with me
'Cause it comes back like every week
I write my feelings down, then rip the paper out
Nothing makes sense, everything's misaligned
Maybe I should stop saying things out loud
So I can stop beating myself up at night

I'm a glass vessel
Empty and fragile
I only exist to be displayed
Biding my time, waiting til I break
We both know I will one day
On the day I do, will you stay?
Would you glue me back together or throw me away?
I guess it doesn't matter 'cause I won't know anyway

Maybe I should break my own heart
So I can see what the fuss is about
You say hurting me is so hard
But that didn't stop you, did it now?