Open Wound
another late-night concoctionShe's a bit selfish isn't she?
Just killing words to keep you talking,
To keep you around.
Holding onto nothing
Isn't something someone can do forever.
I think we all knew she would lose,
Sooner or later.
It was a tragic ending wasn't it?
I know it was hell on her
But it was damn near killing you.
Maybe I'm just making things worse
But i know it's torn you
It's an open wound.
Still, in time it's all sewn back together
Just killing words to keep you talking,
To keep you around.
Holding onto nothing
Isn't something someone can do forever.
I think we all knew she would lose,
Sooner or later.
It was a tragic ending wasn't it?
I know it was hell on her
But it was damn near killing you.
Maybe I'm just making things worse
But i know it's torn you
It's an open wound.
Still, in time it's all sewn back together
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