Hit

I’ve been hit with a mack truck, or maybe i’ve just been punched in the gut; Being brave is a recipe for pain; Better to slice up your thoughts, may keep you relatively sane. I’ve been sent to the gas chamber, my hearts at a million beats a minute; Why can’t it just short circuit? I’m done with every bit of it. Slice up my lip, make sure you leave a scar; Just wipe my memory clean with that can of kerosene; Sever the ties between my heart and my head, tug o war is no way to treat a friend; l swear you take that knife to my heart, I promise to never bleed on you again.