Sleeping on Nails

and if i die---
what would you do
would you even cry---
would the pain even set in

push my thoughts aside
and step on my fragile existance
all i ever wanted to feel was love
but you shot my heart---

Dont bother to bury my feelings
they're on the bottom of your feet
as you walk on me

and i try-- to--
live with the pain
your insult and my fault
have been too much
where would i-- die--
in my mind or your heart

as i try to make my way
you constantly trip me
onto your tounge of nails
that peice my, my chest

and i fall again
you just stop and stare
leave me now or i-- will

and when i die---
what would you do--
would you even cry
would all the pain even set in---