Hole In Your Heart||There's a hole, in your door, where the lock meets the key|And I'm looking at you, while you're lying there asleep|There's a liar on a stand, shows the line on your cheek|You've been crying over him, I've been waiting for you to see||There's a hole in your heart, like a hole in a cup|You've been drawing from a well that will never fill it up|And it's tearing me about to see you busting at the seams|There's a hole in your and the hole is me||There's a letter that I wrote that I'll send once I'm away|It'll tell you where I'll be, and it's for you that I'll wait|He won't worry me no more, he'll be lying in a bed|With a hole in his heart where a bullets laid to rest||There's a hole in your heart, like a hole in a cup|You've been drawing from a well that will never fill it up|And it's tearing me about to see you busting at the seams|There's a hole in your and the hole is me|