A knife to the heart,
a gun against my head,
your love has me,
better off dead.

Torn out of love,
thrown to the ground,
told to plea and beg,
while you tossed my heart around.

I question your love,
I question your faith,
as you consume my heart whole,
how does it taste?

You can throw me down,
you can tear me apart,
but that heart will keep beating,
that heart will not stop.

Of course the truth hurt, but it is your lies that killed.
Honestly, honesty is a cup that you'll never have filled.
Since you're apparently incapable, I'll be the one who is real:
The colder than steel glances we share cut deeper than the one-sided feelings I still conceal.

Just let me teach you how to feel,
this time it'll be the right way, it'll be real.
Not with hands, but with your heart-
Eyes on me, I have this down to an art.

I think I just needed time heal,
my pride was hurt, the floodgates opened, you broke the seal.
I'm coping now, I'm over it, but let's make a deal-
You stop breaking hearts, if I teach you how to feel.

Just let me teach you how to feel,
this time it'll be the right way, it'll be real.
Not with hands, but with your heart-
Eyes on me, I have this down to an art.

I know exactly how to feel, the right way, it's real.
I've cared too little and way too much, so trust me- I know the drill.
I've loved, I've lost, wanted to help you live, wanted to ****-
But now all I want to do for you is teach you how to feel when things are real.
So tell me, darling, do you really know how it feels?