Salt In the Wound
You couldn't let it be
You could of let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could of let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.
Being dead must be better than this.
Already hurts but you couldn't resist.
Moving on way to quick.
I'm not expected a way to end it
Like a bullet that didn't go threw
It's stuck inside just like you.
Making me hate like you always do
Now your fucking him like we were nothing.
You couldn't let it be
You could of let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could of let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.
Your picking at my scars my worlds been torn apart.
Everywhere I turn there you are to humiliate me you must hate me.
When there's nothing left and I take my last breath
Will I finally be at rest while your both laughing hope your happy.
You couldn't let it be
You could of let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could of let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.
It's burning I can't take the pain
I said it's burning I can't take the pain of when your rubbing salt in the wound
You couldn't let it be
You could of let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could of let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.
You could of let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could of let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.
Being dead must be better than this.
Already hurts but you couldn't resist.
Moving on way to quick.
I'm not expected a way to end it
Like a bullet that didn't go threw
It's stuck inside just like you.
Making me hate like you always do
Now your fucking him like we were nothing.
You couldn't let it be
You could of let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could of let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.
Your picking at my scars my worlds been torn apart.
Everywhere I turn there you are to humiliate me you must hate me.
When there's nothing left and I take my last breath
Will I finally be at rest while your both laughing hope your happy.
You couldn't let it be
You could of let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could of let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.
It's burning I can't take the pain
I said it's burning I can't take the pain of when your rubbing salt in the wound
You couldn't let it be
You could of let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could of let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Stanley, Robert A. Ezrin
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