8 months since I saw you But I'm still in your bedroom On my skin I can feel you
Rotting in those blue sheets Did you ever even love me Do I haunt you like you haunt me?
You are my hand, my lips, my cheek Robbing me everytime I speak The marks you left still crawl on me What's left of me
Out on the street Yeah you were dragging my hand Took what I had then you left me for dead Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget
What will it take For you to finally leave scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed Wonder if now it's just a part of me
And I know that I should have known better But it was so cold in the middle of December It's almost been a year and I never thought I'd be in this room
But I feel you watch me while I sleep The grease in my hair the rot in my teeth There's blood on your hands I'm sorry I bleed What's left of me
Out on the street Yeah you were dragging my hand Took what I had then you left me for dead Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget
What will it take For you to finally leave scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed Wonder if now it's just a part of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.