Early November "Little Black Heart" |
I've got some deep scars from a little black heart that's miles away. I sent it packing after I saw what it did and I couldn't believe. And now my chest hurts from the hole that I dug, it's getting harder to breathe. I'm really gasping, wishing I could turn back and that would fix everything, For once... It's my life, I might as well live it, Along with the bad times. Just happy to be living. So it's my time, I know it sounds selfish. I'm really not like that. We live and we die for this. So now my head hurts and it's only getting worse every time that I think. I feel like choking every time I have to sing, it's getting harder for me. And now my stomach hurts, as long as I'm in love it's so hard to leave. I feel a bad pain moving through my chest and my knees start to shake. My knees start to shake, it's bringing me down. This is my life, I might as well live it, Along with the bad times. Just love to be living. So this is my time, I know it sounds selfish. I think I'll have some ice cream. We live and we die for this. There's one thing missing every time I step outside. One thing missing every time I leave and drive. One thing missing every time I'm far from home. There's one thing missing every time I leave for months. One thing missing every time I lose control. There's one thing missing every time that I stay home. I've got some deep scars from a little black heart that only make me stronger. And now I don't sleep, seeing any relief that gives me some perspective. This is my life, I might as well live it, Along with the bad times. Just glad to be living. And this is my time, I might as well share it. I'll give you all my money. We live and we die for this. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |