Why make promises you know
you're gonna break...

It hurts,
my heart is broken...

I look at my arms and legs,
and feel a surge of hate...

He's coming up the stairs,
left foot, right foot...

As I sit alone,
cutting and bleeding...

You cry every night,
trying to see through his lies...

I should give my ex credit for this. Without out...
Why do you always come back...

First man to love you,
second one to break...

I'll trade you the world,
for your perfect kiss...

I've tasted his kisses,
felt his soft touch...

I cry for you,
almost every single night...

Your words play with the strings of my heart,
playing them like the keys of a harpsicord...