With a rip and a tear,
Caught in the snare,
Nothing but pain in my heart.
All I'm doing is falling apart.
This hurt I feel,
I'm blaming on you,
Although I too am at fault.
In my chest, in my soul, my heart, my head, my whole being you left scarred up.
I wish I could say that I will stay but these crimson hands shall no longer be seen.
And yet these bleeding scars and pain-staken hearts shall no longer be endured.
The pieces of my life were falling one by one
Down to the ground and shattering
As if they were glass.
Like the mirror you look in every morning and see yourself-- the person that can't care for another being but himself,
That leaves others in bleeding pain,
Screaming all alone at night.
That's who you are,
That's what you do,
And now find this truth to be true:
I'm leaving you.