There's a heartbeat in the morgue
And it matches my own
And it should scare me
But death is my home
For why would I want to spend a lifetime of hell
When an eternity of freedom waits for me there?

The lady down the street is screaming her child's name in vain
"He's already dead" is what I want to say
And the man down the hall is not my father
He's my abuser, lover, and deceiver
And these scars on my wrists aren't scars at all
But reminders of when you let your hope fall

And this is the heart that quietly broke
These are the remains of old love notes
This is the razor I wrote my life with
This is what's left of my slender wrist
This is the broken smile upon my face
I am the angel that fell from grace

Mother dear knows I don't want to be here
Father dear is too busying raping me to know
My poor little sister is playing with the dog
Who in truth wants to play piggy back with her virgin hole
And maybe my friends aren't really friends
But just some people who are good at pretend

Perhaps I shouldn't have trusted you with my heart
Because now it has fallen apart
And everything I once held dear is gone
My fear from harm and loneliness is gone
My fear from hate and death is gone
And now sweet joy welcomes me with open arms

And this is the heart that quietly broke
These are the remains of old love notes
This is the razor I wrote my life with
This is what's left of my slender wrist
This is the broken smile upon my face
I am the angel that fell from grace

I depended on you to get me through the night
I used your love to hide from sight
And when you took that away from me
I was left vulnerable and alone for more than that day
How is someone supposed to get over losing the one they loved?
Not in three days will the hurt be gone

And my life went to shit as you walked away
My father want his daughter to make more money
By standing on corner with a fag in my mouth
And asking older men if they want to "hang out"
And what do you have to say for yourself?
I'll give you an example of what I'm dealing with

This is the heart that quietly broke
These are the remains of old love notes
This is the razor I wrote my life with
This is what's left of my slender wrist
This is the broken smile upon my face
I am the angel that fell from grace