My heart is slowly breaking.
Breaking into pieces.
For every mistake that I've made,
There's a scar for on my sould.
Everything that I've done wrong.
You can see it in my heart.
It's slowly breaking into pieces,
and my soul tears apart.
There are many scars on my body,
but the biggest is on my heart.
The knive slowly cuts it into pieces.
Slowly, with everytime that I felt bad about myself,
that I made you scream or made you cry.
It's cutting futher in my heart.
But also the times that you made me cry,
made me scream and made me fight.
Those times are also counting.
So the knive cuts deeper when you do.
But the worst thing isn't written yet.
I'll start with it right now.
The cause of all my pain is me.
Whe you cry, it's because of me, I've caused it.
So the knive begins to cut.
When you make me cry,
It also me who has cuased it.
"Deeper, come on knive!"
I'm the cause of my own depression.
And don't you try to prove me wrong.
My knive is still cutting,
cutting my heart in two.
Please be a little careful with me.
Cause I don't know: "Will I survive?"
The knive is cutting my heart into two.
When the pieces are apart.
And no longer connected.
If that's happening,
I'll be gone.
It may looks a little weird,
I'm sure you don't understand
So I'm explaining it one more time:
A knive cuts my heart in pieces.
Every inch is closer to my death.
So be a little careful.
Before you know it, I'll be gone.
But please remember this little thing.
It isn't your fault, it's all mine
I'm the one who is depressed.
I'm the one who's gonna die.
Please don't pretend to be sad.
Please don't pretend that you care.
Please don't say "you can trust me"
Please don't say "you'll be fine"
Cause I know it's a lie!
My heart is still not broken.
But it won't last very long.
Leave me alone.
Before you know it I'll be gone.