I smell an operation

The doctor calls me in
i know I've reached a dead end..
he tells me to take a seat,
and asks me how I've been.

i tell him I'm just fine,
an ever so common line,
but i can tell from the look on his face
he's figured out that little secret of mine.

he explains to me that I'm sick,
the holes in my heart are thick,
if i want to live they'll have to cut me open,
and sew up the damage real quick.

i have been faking..
my heart has been breaking...
it's slowly stopped beating..
from the lies you've been making.

you left holes right through my heart
and i thought you should know,
i tried to cover them up for you,
but the x-rays perfectly shone them through.

let them cut me open
I'm barely hanging on..
pretty soon there will be nothing left
and my whole heart will be gone.

so just leave me alone..
lay me to rest..
cause after all..
you do know best.