I thought that I'd been heard before
But no one is ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to bring me back to life
That feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on
You watch me bleed until I can't breath
Shaking falling g unto my knees
Now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

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