Your words are shallow and dull against my skin
Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within
I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, but it's OK
I'm not one for getting mad
I don't need apologies
I don't fall for sympathy
You can't win me back
This will be the last time I'm kissing you good-bye
You left me with a scar across my back
These stones are breaking my bones as they crush me
Your careless remarks left me here to bleed
I don't appreciate the games you play without regret but it's OK
I'm not one for getting mad
Your knife, my back