I cut my own heart

I cut my own heart...

Soft melodious thoughts overcrowd my mind

thoughts, memories of me and you

I don't know what I should do

I try so hard to be kind

Everyone thinks I'm fine

but they don't hear me crying

I hurt over and over and over

when I should be happy enough to sing in the shower

I cut my own heart

and the blade is so sharp

It's my own fault

You try to make me smile

I wish for you to know

the things that's going on in my head

the thoughts I have about being dead

The thoughts I have about slitting my own throat

Don't worry, I don't think I should

because I cut my own heart

and the blade is so sharp