I know I asked for you to be gone But the hole I left from ripping you out Is gaping so So open, spilling I can feel nothing there I can feel it I can feel the nothing A knife to the chest Probably hurts less Than sucking all the oxygen From the room A slow wither From something you cannot see Nor feel Any longer Until your lungs crush themselves I wish you had given me a knife for my chest So I could cut out my own heart Instead of ripping out yours