It hurts more than anything else,
a wicked thing you’ve been dealt.
Played from your own cards,
a liar, a cheat, a wretch indeed.
Yet I don’t judge, I don’t care,
Forget about the past, what’s now is here.
Face it, take it, yes it’ll hurt,
ripped from your chest, your heart burns.
It’s over when you want it to be,
let it all out, confide in me.
If you’re going to cry, cry in my arms.
If you want to die, kill me first.
Don’t hurt yourself, no more pain is deserved