Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally

Wearing moccasins hides my tracks
I run so i don't face the facts
That you're gone, never coming back.
I've replaced my heart with something worse
It feels like I've placed a curse
Upon the best of me.

My own worst enemy is this thing known as my heart
You hate me, you hurt me, you leave me with
My own worst enemy is tearing me apart
You burn me, you cut me, you leave me with

Hidden myself among the ashes
As the tears fall from my lashes
I have no choice but to accept the broken
And face the worst of me.