Do you see this?These scabs I pick, they fall to the groundItâs just an easy way out so I wonât feel anything insideMy heart wonât be brokenI wonât give for anything, these dreams of usWe threw away everythingSince wounds are opened, give it time to be mendedPicking scabs makes you relive the painAnd what did we do?We threw it all awayDo you see this?These incisions I makeItâs vital to my healthand in this situationI wonât be the victimMy heart wonât be brokenI wonât give up for anything, our dreams of usWe threw away everythingSince wounds are opened, give it time to be mendedPicking scabs makes you relive the painWith all these things youâre saying,you said them while we were kissingOnly to find that Iâm betrayedWhoa, Iâm but an autumn leafburning in the trust that I gave youWhoa, I hope this ash it chokes your throatuntil youâre in your graveMy heart wonât be brokenMy heart wonât be brokenMy heart wonât be brokenSince wounds are opened, give it time to be mendedPicking scabs makes you relive the painWith all these things youâre saying,you said them while we were kissingOnly to find that Iâm betrayedWhoa, Iâm but an autumn leafburning in the trust that I gave youWhoa, I hope this ash it chokes your throatuntil youâre in your grave