Under The Knife

Intro Bm D This is the song I’m too scared to write Bm G But some of you may need it tonight [Verse 1] Bm G Oh there you were, heart made of glass Bm D fragile little thing, shattered too fast Bm G tried to pick the pieces up up up Bm D and that’s the way you first got cut cut cut Bm G Devil drew you in, you didn’t let it show Bm D didn’t want the others to ever have to know Bm G that you were getting hooked on up up up Bm D and all you had to do was cut cut cut Chorus G A Bm You carved a special place for your pain G A Bm so it came back to hurt you every night G A Bm you closed your eyes and wished it all away G A Bm until you disappeared under the knife [Verse 2] Bm G You knew the deal, no one gives a damn Bm D just another needy kid, sob story in hand Bm G keep your secrets covered up up up Bm D we don’t need another cut cut cut Bm G But you couldn’t hide a heart made of glass Bm D You put yourself together with all the strength you had Bm G You were finally fed up up up Bm D finally had to scream enough –nough –nough Chorus G A Bm You carved a special place for your pain G A Bm so it came back to hurt you every night G A Bm you closed your eyes and wished it all away G A Bm until you disappeared under the knife [Rap part] Bm G Listen- I know it’s simplified from the other side A Em it’s easy to gloss over all the messy reasons why Bm G and it’s easy to forget where you’ve been A Em I guess that’s what the scars are for, huh? Bm G When we were 15 we wouldn’t dare let that shit be seen A Em but now it seems mutalation’s gone mainstream Bm G I see you at my shows, scarred up from head to toe A Em like there’s no point even trying not to let it show Bm G Cause we all know, emo kids like to hurt themselves A Em too many feelings and not enough self control Bm G and I mean, does this mess any of the rest of you A Em it’s an epidemic and we’re cool with it, don’t question it Bm G But it bothers me, our scars are currency by which we’re measured A Em like let the record show who let it slip and who held it together Bm G cutters and burners and honorable mentions A F#m posers who still cut themselves up for the attention G A I don’t care your intentions, I just want you to know Bm my self-hatred never took me where I wanted to go G A and at the end of the day, you know I still had to face Bm that I can pick at the pain, but can’t cut it away G A and you know what else I can’t do is give you ten good reasons not to Bm I’ve racked my brain for clever sayings of all the things you ought to do G A But you know, I think if there was something I could say Bm They’d have thrown it on a brochure- and sent you on your way (N/C) 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 it sing for you G A Bm (3x) G A Bm Drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for you