As I pick you up from the airport, I don't feel a thing
As I lie down next to you, I don't feel a thing
As you take my hand in yours, I don't feel a thing
As you say "I love you", I feel a slight guilt.

When I first met you, it wasn't love at first sight,
yet you intrigued me in a way that kept me going,
a couple months later I thought I had fallen,
now seven months later I don't feel anything at all.

As I look through our pictures together, I don't feel a thing
As I kissed another boy at the party last night, I don't feel a thing
As I think of you with another girl, I don't feel a thing
As you say "be safe", I feel a slight guilt

Yet I still can't get myself to break up with you, because in that moment, I know I'll feel everything...

A mirror and a hand
He didn't need a second glance
He lifted it up
Ignoring the small cuts
He smashed himself
He smashed his life
He took a piece up
Ruined his own eye
Screamed like a maniac
Took him to his eye
Blood started dripping
Oh his poor life
Over to the dresser
Over to the pain
He found himself a shaver
A blade for all his rage
A slice for every time he lied
One for all his lonely cries
He slashed and slashed
Left to right
Again and again
Then a time down
To really ease the pain

I want to be skinny
I want to fit in
I want to have blue eyes
and clear perfect skin
I want to hear my voice
without regret
I want to share this love
with someone I'll probably forget

I want to feel the pain
I want to tear my skin
to bruise and bite every inch
I want to feel the numb
and stop the pain
I want to eat and smile
maybe just be a little
happy again