It's probably what's best for you
I only want the best for you
And if I'm not the best thing, you're stuck
I try to severed ties and I ended up with wounds to bind
Like you're pouring salt in my cuts
And I just ran out of band aids
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart
Even though I know what's wrong
How could I be so sure
If you never say what you feel, feel
I must've held your hand so tight
You didn't have the will to fight
I guess you needed more time to heal
You must be a miracle-walker
Swearing up and down
You can fix what's been broken, yeah
Please don't get my hopes up
No, no, baby, tell me how could you be so cruelIt's like you're pouring salt on my cuts
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