Wound

Why do you keep making me cry? Don't you know how my pride is?

I can't forgive you just because you loved me.

Have you found someone else? Do you really not like me anymore?

Have you lied to me like a dirty fool?

If you were going to leave like this, you should've told me sooner.

This wound has been given to me too easily, what am I suppose to do now?

You'd tell me everyday that you loved me, that you'd make me happy

and give me everything in this world.

But you lie to me as you confess to me in front of another love

with your sweet whispers and I gave in.

Now you say that you're leaving and that you don't love me anymore.

I'm such a fool for crying as you turn around and leave a wound on my feelings.

I'm not ever going to cry again. I'm going to bury your back sillhouette deep

down somewhere, as if there were only happy memories.

One more time come on.

I don't ever want to go through that lovestory that I had

always seen in the movies.

It's actually a good thing. I don't ever want to see anyone like you again.

It's good for me, so please don't ever come looking for me again.

You'd tell me everyday that you loved me, that you'd make me happy

and give me everything in this world.

But you lie to me as you confess to me in front of another love

with your sweet whispers and I gave in.

I hate myself even more for spending my days praying every night so you wouldn't leave,

praying for you to come back to me just this once.

But in the end you lie to me as you confess to me in front of another love with your sweet whispers.

But you'll be hearing those lies now, just you wait, just you wait.