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I've decided to make a declaration
one final attempt to end my frustration
and it would state that people shouldn't bother loving me
because every heart I've ever held
has fallen apart because of me
Some ask why I blame myself for all this pain
And while holding my own heart
I say "it helps to keep me sane,
because the heart is where the scars will always remain"
Our flesh will decay in time
slowly eroding our dreams away
This disease of death, their is no escape
So take my mind, and begin it's rape
a sentencing, a curse for all the pain I've caused
although the wounds have disappeared
thanks to acceptance and even some gauze
and still i blame myself, even though I'm the one torn apart
scars and tears and open wounds cascade along my heart
I am alone, I can never find freedom from the prison that is me
I fear the basic assumptions of life and love and happiness
So, I simply walk along, clenching my fists
I'm still broken, and time cannot heal me
It can only daze my memory
But not enough, because I still constantly see
A familiar face, a heartbreak, a death in every direction
I try to turn away, to cover my eyes
and in doing that I drop my heart, I hear it shatter section by section
First the left ventricle, then the right
eyes are still covered, because I can't stand the sight
Right atrium, and then the left
These chambers held my love, my happiness, my joy
and now that it's broken beyond repair
I suppose I've accepted this feeling of being bare
It's constant beats are no longer there
Still flesh and bone, but without a heart
I cannot cry, I cannot feel, I am the tin man's counter part
Can a person die due to being this numb?
I guess in time, I learned to laugh along and smile
But behind these green eyes
Their is an emptiness that has been longed to be filled for quite awhile
all there is left to do is take one step and then another
Wondering how I'm living without a heart
How I can breath, why don't I smother?
But my mind is much more curious about how love was what made it fall apart
And part of me thinks I knew it from the start.

Description
I've decided to make a declaration
one final attempt to end my frustration
and it would state that people shouldn't bother loving me
because every heart I've ever held
has fallen apart because of me
Some ask why I blame myself for all this pain
And while holding my own heart
I say "it helps to keep me sane,
because the heart is where the scars will always remain"
Our flesh will decay in time
slowly eroding our dreams away
This disease of death, their is no escape
So take my mind, and begin it's rape
a sentencing, a curse for all the pain I've caused
although the wounds have disappeared
thanks to acceptance and even some gauze
and still i blame myself, even though I'm the one torn apart
scars and tears and open wounds cascade along my heart
I am alone, I can never find freedom from the prison that is me
I fear the basic assumptions of life and love and happiness
So, I simply walk along, clenching my fists
I'm still broken, and time cannot heal me
It can only daze my memory
But not enough, because I still constantly see
A familiar face, a heartbreak, a death in every direction
I try to turn away, to cover my eyes
and in doing that I drop my heart, I hear it shatter section by section
First the left ventricle, then the right
eyes are still covered, because I can't stand the sight
Right atrium, and then the left
These chambers held my love, my happiness, my joy
and now that it's broken beyond repair
I suppose I've accepted this feeling of being bare
It's constant beats are no longer there
Still flesh and bone, but without a heart
I cannot cry, I cannot feel, I am the tin man's counter part
Can a person die due to being this numb?
I guess in time, I learned to laugh along and smile
But behind these green eyes
Their is an emptiness that has been longed to be filled for quite awhile
all there is left to do is take one step and then another
Wondering how I'm living without a heart
How I can breath, why don't I smother?
But my mind is much more curious about how love was what made it fall apart
And part of me thinks I knew it from the start.