\Deeper Cuts/

Why is there so much pain The cuts keep getting deeper but there is no knife I don't want to bleed on those who didn't cut me but there is no release Blood as red as wine spills on the floor Is it my imagination or is it really there What is left of me is it really worth the trouble to save my soul Or should I just lay down and freeze in the snow Is it really worth the time that it would take To fix my weary heart Seems no matter how much I heal The cuts come back again My heart is going cold oh who will keep it warm will it turn black or stay as red and pure I know one thing for sure It's that I'll never forget the pain and empty feeling in my soul That you will never know the way I feel inside I am either in love in pain or angry or I feel nothing And I punch hard enough to break my own hand just to feel a thing In the end I hope that you Never have to feel the way that I do feel the way that I do Never feel the way that I do you keep me from jumping off the edge Oh I hope you never feel the way I do