I put a cut on my chest everytime I think of how I treated and hurt you
But they heal so I leave another maybe one day I might just give in and let the knife find my bleeding heart
When I broke up with you I mad the sickest cut to myself but it has healed now
I'm thinking about making it return so that I can make it a scar
You think that when I broke up wit u; that u were the only one feelin pain
I let my friend take a knife to me but it has healed but I took a kinfe as suicide
There were cuts on my chest b/c of how i felt
And I can still fill them like they were new when I dream, think, talk about you
But they hurt worse when I can hear your voice