Текст песни Icon for hire - Under the knife

This is the song I'm too scared to write But some of you may need it tonight Oh there you were, heart made of glass Fragile little thing, Shattered too fast Had to pick the pieces up, up, up And that's why you first got cut, cut, cut The devil drew you in, you didn't let it show Didn't want the others to ever have to know That you were getting hooked all up, up, up And all you had to do was cut, cut, cut You carved a special place for your pain So it came back to hurt you every night You closed your eyes and wished it all away Until you disappeared under the knife You knew the deal, no one gives a damn Just another needy kid, sob story in hand Keep your secrets covered up, up, up We don't need another cut, cut, cut But you couldn't hide a heart made of glass You pull yourself together with all the strength you had You were finally fed up, up, up Finally had to scream enough-nough-nough You carved a special place for your pain So it came back to hurt you every night You closed your eyes and wished it all away Until you disappeared under the knife Listen, I know it's simplified from the other side It's easy to gloss over All the messy reasons why And it's easy to forget where you've been I guess that's what the scars are for, huh? When we were fifteen we

Wouldn't dare let that shit be seen But now it seems Mutilation's gone mainstream I see you at my shows, Scarred up from head to toe Like there's no point even trying not to let it show Cause we all know "Emo kids like to hurt themselves" Too many feelings, and not enough self control And I mean does this mess with any of the rest of ya? It's an epidemic yeah we're cool with it don't question it But it bothers me, our scars are currency By which we're measured Like let the records show who let it slip And who held it together Cutters and burners And honorable mentions Posers who still cut themselves up for the attention I don't care your intentions, I just want you to know My self hatred never took me where I wanted to go At the end of the day, you know I still had to face That I can pick up the pain, but I can't cut it away And you know what else I can't do, Is give you ten good reasons not to I've racked my brain with clever sayings Of all the things you ought to do But you know I think If there was something I could say They would've thrown it on a brochure And sent you on your way So I'll keep doing what I always do Drag my heart to the piano and make it sing for you I'll keep doing what I always do Drag my heart to the piano and let us sing for you Drag my heart to the piano and let us sing for you
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