Cut My Heart

Cut my heart
I know you want it bad
In your eyes
I see you’re getting mad
Won’t admit that that it’s true
That I’m so into you
And you’re fine on you’re own
And you’re wishing I’m someone new
And I’m wishing I had some proof
Just to find a good excuse
That I’m trying to be next to you again
And it’s not working out how I planned
There’s a war inside my head
And I’m getting it out tonight
I’m gonna bleed to the sound of guns on the TV screen
Without your eyes staring at mine
No you don’t owe me a thing
I know that. I know that
You don’t have to tell me again
No you don’t have to tell me again
I’m sick of this, girl
I should not have to tell you that you’re not better than me
And I’m done with you making it seem like there’s something fucken wrong with me
Imma show you
Imma show you