Impaled

I keel over
At the sound of your name
Crimson on clover
There's no cure for this pain

I believed you
I adored you
I revered you
Like I was born to

Now there's just a hole
Right here where my heart should be
And no it's not your fault
Baby, this is all on me
I ran into your knife
I guess it serves me right

I fell for the bullshit
I fell for the lies
I feel so stupid
Set myself up for this alright

I believed you
I adored you
I revered you
Like I was born to

Now there's just a hole
Right here where my heart should be
And no it's not your fault
Baby this is all on me
I ran into your knife
I guess it serves me right
I ran into your knife
I guess it serves me right
I ran into your knife
I guess it serves me right



Credits
Writer(s): Holly B. Hafermann
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