Corte

This one is for every time I look in the mirror
And I keep counting the scars I carry with me
And somehow I'm still here

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

I've done everything to heal the wounds
But the medicine sometimes burns a lot more
So I don't 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 bump into the worst love of my life
Of my lives you spent seven
You don't deserve even two of these verses
That I will sing then

Bleed, let it bleed
The more it bleeds, the faster this whole 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 him cry