Corte

This one is for all the times I look at myself in the mirror
And count the scars I carry with me
And somehow I'm still here

I just wish I could torture you
Like you always did your whole life
Confusing me just to hurt me
Bleeding inside, I let it go

I've done everything to heal the wounds
But sometimes the remedy burns too much
To not lose control of my life
I let it hurt, I let it hurt more

Stop saying you were a good thing
Even your memory makes me sick
The only thing you left was a cut
I look at these scars every day
My stories without happy endings
The only thing you left was a cut

What bad luck to stumble upon the worst love of my life
You spent seven of my lives
You don't even deserve two of these verses
That I'm going to sing then

Bleed, let it bleed
The more it bleeds, the faster this whole damn thing will heal
(It will heal)

Stop saying you were a good thing
Even your memory makes me sick
The only thing you left was a cut
I look at these scars every day
My stories without happy endings
The only thing you left was a cut

Bleed, let it bleed
Every wound that closes
Tells stories of a cut that made me cry