The First Cut
I get too attached. I need you to live.
I take you for granted. I put you down.
You leave. I cry.
The first cut hurts worse than any other in the world
Especially when it's your fault
The tears roll as you're just sitting there asking yourself,
"how could I be so stupid?"
I'm handing you my heart. I know you won't take it.
It's yours anyway. So keep it.
Hey, while you're at it: kill me please.
I take you for granted. I put you down.
You leave. I cry.
The first cut hurts worse than any other in the world
Especially when it's your fault
The tears roll as you're just sitting there asking yourself,
"how could I be so stupid?"
I'm handing you my heart. I know you won't take it.
It's yours anyway. So keep it.
Hey, while you're at it: kill me please.