Little Black Heart

i've got some deep scars from a little black heart that's miles away. i sent it packing after i saw what it did and i couldn't believe. and now my chest hurts from the hole that i dug. it's getting harder to breathe. i'm really gasping, wishing i could turn back and that would fix everything. for once..
it's my life. i might as well live it, along with the bad times. just happy to be living. so it's my time. i know it sounds selfish. i'm really not like that. we live and we die for this.
so now my head hurts and it's only getting worse everytime that i think. i feel like choking everytime i have to sing. it's getting harder for me. and now my stomach hurts. as long as i'm in love, it's so hard to leave. i feel a bad pain moving through my chest and my knees start to shake, my knees start to shake. it's bringing me down.
this is my life. i might as well live it, along with the bad times. just love to be living. so this is my time. i know it sounds selfish. i think i'll have some ice cream. we live and we die for this.
there's one thing missing everytime i step outside, one thing missing everytime i leave and drive, one thing missing everytime i'm far from home. there's one thing missing everytime i leave for months, one thing missing everytime i lose control. there's one thing missing everytime that i stay home.
i've got some deep scars from a little black heart that only make me stronger. and now i don't sleep, seeing any relief that gives me some perspective.
this is my life. i might as well live it, along with the bad times. just glad to be living. and this is my time, i might as well share it. i'll give you all my money. we live and we die for this.