| It Was Always Me You Stood To Hurt |
| Why do you do this? What have I done to deserve this pain? Your words cut me deep Like the sharp razor I hold to my skin A thousand wounds I see on my arms And yet you hurt more than any of them Why do I put myself through this? You�re no better than I And you�re definitely not worth my tears I must�ve always known that Yet it took this hurt for me to realise. You still appear in my dreams A mere splinter of what you used to be Causing yet more pain to other people And sauntering on to find your next �love� |