I have to like her,
though that ring breaks my heart.
Though her smile makes me angry
and your laugh makes me cry.
This knife on my skin
it doesn't know the trouble I'm in.
All it knows is how to end the pain.

They don't know how it feels
to love you.
They don't know what it's like
to be torn in two.
And I don't like the feeling of my heart breaking
into two.

My father starts to yell,
"what're you crying about?!
Don't you know you've got it
better than someone else?!"
He doesn't get why my eyes are down.
My heart is swollen.
My veins burn.
My emotions feel like fire inside of me.
I can't get it out.

They don't know how it feels
to love you.
They don't know what it's like
to be torn in two.
And I don't like the feeling of my heart breaking
into two.

For some reason I need you.

When I get down
I call on you,
because that's the only time
I'm brave enough.
I'm more scared of dying
than to speak to you.
But it makes it harder to let go
on my own. . .

You don't know how it feels
to love you.
You don't know what it's like
to be torn in two.
And I don't like the feeling of my heart breaking
into two
for you.


I'll die for you.