• This pain in my chest
    Why won't it rest?
    With each beat I feel my shattered heart scatter
    I'll do anything to stop the pain
    My heart was slain because of your game
    How lame was I to believe your lucid lies
    I'll do anything to stop the pain
    Thump, thump my heart still sings
    While the sting grows stronger
    I'll do anything to stop the pain
    Now here I stand this knife in my hand
    Life no longer wanted
    I’ll do anything to stop the pain
    With no hesitation or falter I pierce my shattered heart
    The knife had little left of my heart to slaughter
    I’ll do anything to stop the pain
    I feel it fade my mind slowly going blank
    Death him self stands before me offering me his cold hand
    I’ll do anything to stop the pain
    I take the reapers hand
    My skin turns the color of paper
    With the little amount of energy I have I smile
    For the pain had stopped
    For I had done something to stop it
    And in a small whimper I announce my pride
    “I did something to stop the pain.”