The worst pain is the pain you feel stupid for feeling,
The pain that other people don't understand,
The pain that other people judge you for,
The pain that makes you,
Judge yourself

The heart is a muscle
It must break
To grow

Having a broken heart
Is still better
Than
Causing one

You made out with her in front of my face
Instead of being angry,
I wonder,
What I did
To make you hurt me like this

I don't talk to you anymore
Because you hurt me
And because I know
You will continue to hurt me

You lost a person you don't love:
Me,
I lost the person I love:
You,
So who's really suffering here?
Me

Either way I hurt
Lose, lose

Is it really a good memory
If every time you remember it
It stings?

Each beat feels like a muffled rumble,
Like it's too hurt to beat all the way.
Between each beat is a pause,
That makes me think that my heart is going to stop,
But without fail,
The rumble starts again.

Quiet and slow,
Without any rhythm or flow,
It spreads like an echo,
All across my chest.