You killed yourself inside,
you killed yourself inside,
you cut out your heart to numb the pain,
to stop the tears in their never-ending refrain,
you killed yourself inside,
you killed yourself inside,
you cut out your heart to numb the pain,
you killed yourself,
to stop the tears in their never-ending refrain,
and you subdued yourself into a quiet solitude,
for of love, you only had cause to complain,
so, you killed yourself again and again inside,
and nevermore,
do you wish for love to find itself at your door,
for it only breaks your heart again,
and again and again,
and with love there is only pain,
so, you killed yourself again and again and again,
and numb you are and empty you will be,
but if it makes you happy,
who am I to complain,
who am I,
but I would rather see you,
with a smile on your face,
for what good is a life in misery,
what good is a life without love,
well, it does not matter to you,
because you would rather be numb anyway,
and it is a terrible shame,
for you have so much to give,
but you are determined to be,
numb of heart and numb of brain.