If i shot myself right through the heart,
took my soul and tore it apart,
cut myself and let me bleed,
and lay it all down at your feet,
would it be any different,
would you see if i were broke or bent,
would you stop and sympathize,
would the tears well in your eyes,
could you know loves not all i feel,
that theres a part of me to heal,
a part that lies in deep conceal,
guess you thought it wasnt part of the deal...
Is a little understanding too much to ask,
or are you just so content to bask
in the glory of your self-understanding,
that you dont realize that it don't mean a thing...