I wish you would have stabbed my heart instead...it would have probably been less painful

Id rather chew on broken glass then keep on living in the past and wasting my time on words i know you didnt mean

Id rather bleed with cuts of love then live without any scars

Everyday i think about how things used to be, and everyday i scream out loud and stab my memories

When will someone wake me up from this awful dream im in?

What do you live for? who would you die for?

Just when i start to get myself back together again thoughts of you come creeping in...poisoning me again

Slowly fading becoming part of the past, i'll be just a memory a ghost that you can't see.

For hollow ears,
bring hollow promises,
for hollow tears,
bring a hollow heart.

How am i supposed to know that you still care? when everytime i see you i see an empty stare.