I’ve got cancer in my heart and baby, it’s you.
I should have never told you I loved you the night you called me worthless. I should have walked away. But instead I wake up next to a ghost every morning. Why do I frame the knives you throw at me? These scars are stitched but they itch everyday and I know that at any moment they can be torn open again.
I never told you, but I’m worth a hell of a lot more than you.
My heart breaks every day I go on loving you