Hurt Me
Hurt me, hurt me. Hurt me some more
Is that what you do to even the score?
Wreck me, break me, tear me in two
Is that all that you want to do?
A part of me was torn from inside
Was it hate? Was it love? Was it that you lied?
N’ you don’t care, if I ever cried
Can’t you feel what I feel, deep down inside?
Always on my train but never in my car
How close? How near? How distant? How far
Will we get until we disappear?
The hate; the Love. The Pain; the fear
Turn it on hot; turn it off cold
You’re only for sale until you’re sold
Take me apart and give me away
A piece here and there… Give me yesterday
Life was good, so true and so kind
What about the life we left behind?
Will it be different? Never the same?
Don’t know what hurts worse
The loss or the shame
(guitar noodling)
Life was good, so true and so kind
What about the life we left behind?
Will it be different? Never the same?
Don’t know what hurts worse
The loss or the shame
Hurt me, hurt me. Hurt me some more
Is that what you do to even the score?
Wreck me, break me, tear me in two
Is that all that you want to do?
A part of me was torn from inside
Was it hate? Was it love? Was it that you lied?
Will it be different? Never the same?
Don’t know what hurts worse
The loss or the shame
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