You cut up all your arteries, your heart was full of ink You spilled out onto paper just to tell me what you think Well i kept your little letter with the edges all in tact And i leave it in a drawer for when i'm dwelling on the past Never thought twice, Who was the one really holding the knife? Do I really want to see what's hiding underneath? The words under my flesh scream but nobody's listening Scars we always cover, we're trained how to suffer Receiving a beating and giving out another And reaching for a meaning, Whatever you can salvage To build up your walls and prevent future damage