I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
My weakness is
That I care too much
My scars remind me
That the past is real
I tear my heart open
Just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
and I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
and I can't help you fix yourself
Your making me insane
All I can say is

I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
My weakness is
That I care too much
Our scars remind us
That the past is real
I tear my heart
Open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That your drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last dance

I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
My weakness is
That I care too much
Our scars remind us
That the past is real
I tear my heart
Open just to feel

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
and I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever came around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause your drowning in the water
and I tried to grab your hand
and I left my heart open
but you didn't understand
but you didn't understand
You fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
My weakness is that
I care too much
Our scars remind us
That the past is real
I tear my heart
Open just to feel

I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
My weakness is that
I care too much
Our scars remind us
That the past is real
I tear my heart open
Just to feel...

So anyways. Just more random thoughts... I'm starting to write again. I've stopped posting things on my DA site because quite frankly, I've stopped drawing... I post this song, mainly because it helps me remember why I used to cut, and why I have stopped... Yeah, I can be open with myself now. I used to cut. Full blown gashes made by my own two hands. I'm glad it doesn't bother me to say that anymore. It doesn't make it any less embarrasing, I mean, honestly, they're extremely unseemly, and chances are I won't get into a swimming suit all year because of them... It's rather sad. But alas, I suppose that's my own fault, and ain't it the truth: "And my scars remind me that the past is real". So school's almost over. Yay. I'll talk to you guys later...

~Alisa