Pain is where the heart is.

Maybe I'll use this needle,
To take away the pain.
And inject the lethal poison,
Into each and every vein.

Of course I would feel better,
It's what poison's meant to do.
And as the effects start building up,
I wouldn't have to think of you.

But poison is outdated,
No one kills themselves that way.
So I'll take out my old razor,
And cut a part of me away.

The part that deeply loved you,
The side of me I must destroy.
My other half who never knew,
That she was just your toy.

Maybe razors are no better,
For what I want to do.
I could tie a noose around my neck?
Now does that appeal to you?

To step off of the highest chair,
And feel the rope loose slack
Swinging there like I could fly,
Left, right, front and back.

But I've forgotten the best method,
For tearing a soul apart.
If I truly wanted to suffer,
With you I'd leave my heart.

So out of all these choices,
I know what I must do.
And taking my glass heart outside,
I placed it in the hands of you.