Last night I put my fist through your window
I didn't feel anything but detached relief as
the shattered remains of our love (and my life)
penetrated my flesh like unforgiving bullets
ripping my barely beating heart apart some more
I saw the fear in your eyes but
I just laughed and cried as I grabbed the steak knife
off the kitchen counter
and tried to break myself too
(but I discovered that you can't destroy what is already wrecked beyond repair)
to tell the truth, I imagined your beautiful face
and wished that I could carve out your smile
with something sharp (just so it'll hurt)
stab you over and over again until
I leave a scar that will never fade
all just to give you something to hate about yourself
cause maybe then I'll be a little closer to perfect in your eyes
And the pile of empty bottles under my bed just keeps getting larger
my breath bleeds sin and failure (from)
chewing on razorblades until I cut my swollen tongue
savoring the bittersweet warmth of my (worthless) life
bleeding out the poison from where I used to taste you
against my desiccated lips

Breakdown

and it's just (not) so beautiful watching me fall apart
so I carefully wrap my heart in stone deceit and hide it underneath
ignorance and apathy
before I sew my life back together with threads of regret
just to prove that I can live without you by my side