I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.
This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.
My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.
I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.
Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.
My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.
