Heavy Hearts Yur Head
You are just a stone that would rather be alone
What am I supposed to do when all the bliss is gone?
You would rather rest but the damage you invent
Doesn't even break the skin it's only in your head
Finish the stitch threading the needle through the hole in your chest
It hurts if you let it
We are the same when I hear you crying through your can on a string
It hurts if you let it
It only hurts if you let it
