"Your words are like knives
They peel my skin and pierce my soul
Your body will burn tonight
Though your heart may still remain cold
And I blame myself
And I blame myself
If holding onto what I hope will keep you by my side
I will blame myself
The sheets are stained with
Memories of your soft kiss
Now this is all I have
Paper and pen
to remember you with
And I blame myself
And I blame myself
Holding onto what I hope will keep you by my side
I will blame myself
Could I have you?
Can I have you?
Could I have you?
Can i have you?"
Like Knives - City and Colour.
This pretty much sums it up.
Wow. So good to NOT be there anymore.
OUCH.
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I am so glad it's over then, too. Don't you hate reading back on how much pain you were in at some point?
CONGRATS!
ERIN-DEE-IS-FREE-DAY!
Oh Erin this song says it all. So funny how some people are just so friggin good at articulating themselves.
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