you broke my heart
i hope you choke on the splinters
make me feel like a loser
when i know that i'm a winner.
it's brilliant,
the words you throw back in my face
to make me feel real guilty
and watch me squirm around in place
if that's what you're going for
well then, you've succeeded
i'm looking victorious,
but end up feeling defeated
you do these things,
you don't need a good reason
you do it for love of the game,
and to give me a good beating.
well i'm playing my own game,
it's called russian roulette
six in the clip,
better call off all bets
when you know what you're doing
you leave nothing to chance
and as i'm leaving you see yours
to stab me in the back
maybe this lump in my throat
is just me battling my inner demons
but this void in my chest
if i had a heart it's stopped beating
this absense of a soul is tearing me up
if i could believe love is real
and had someone to trust
need a hand to hold
and a face to cup
hair to run my fingers through
and a cheek to brush
someone to watch me
when i drink too much
she'll be rubbing my back
when i'm throwing up
self pity party animal -- out