What about the heartache What about the emptiness inside It doesn't just fade away Turning the knife How much can I bleed The cut runs deep Got your finger on the trigger Your cold eyes taking aim You took a shot at my heart

You don't know how it feels To be misunderstood To reach for the sky I thought you never would But I'm bleeding, and my hands are bruised From the grip that I once had on you And I'm open for a new way Because there's not much more that I can fake This