he was a boy and i had a star nto hang myself on if he let go. nso i shook his hand and put up a fight.ni let him decide if i could ever be right. nand he said ni was a tortured child from the start nthe pain in my head matched the emptiest heart.n?? on my hand was my deadliest sin. nthe words flew out, all the rest stayed in. nndon't feed me lines about your abstract heart. ndon't you care how this all ends anymore? ndon't feed me lines about your abstract heart. ndon't you care how this all feels when you pretend?nnspare me the empty hands of Christnand watch where you swoon when you're standing on me. nif there was a word that shows you're in love, ndon't choke on the sound as it spills from your throat.nndon't feed me lines about your abstract heart. ndon't you care how this all looks anymore? ndon't feed me lines about your abstract heart. ndon't you care how this all feels when you pretend, pretend, pretend?