IF IT DOESN'T HURT
Sometimes love is pain
Yeah, it hurts for a little while
Some things you can't change
You're preaching to the choir
Knives in the back ready to attack
Knives in the back (hey)
Run it right back like a maniac
Run it right back (check, check)
Run it right back
Run it right back
And the truth is
If it doesn't hurt at all
Then it doesn't mean a thing
I never knew that I could feel this way
If it doesn't hurt at all
There's nothing left to save
'Cause holding on to hope is a different kind of pain
We all got vices
We all got choices to make
It's hard to stay and hard to walk away
You lied to me, spinning in the dark
It took me years to see
That you had sucked the life out of me
If it doesn't hurt at all
Then it doesn't mean a thing
I never knew that I could feel this way
If it doesn't hurt at all
There's nothing left to save
'Cause holding on to hope is a different kind of pain (a different kind of pain)
A different kind of pain
Running right back (killin')
Knives in the back, knives in the back
Knives in the back (sometimes love is pain)
Knives in the back, knives in the back
Knives in the back
If it doesn't hurt at all
Then it doesn't mean a thing
I never knew that I could feel this way
If it doesn't hurt at all
There's nothing left to save
'Cause holding on to hope is a different kind of pain
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
A different kind of pain
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
A different kind of
Pain
Yeah, it hurts for a little while
Some things you can't change
You're preaching to the choir
Knives in the back ready to attack
Knives in the back (hey)
Run it right back like a maniac
Run it right back (check, check)
Run it right back
Run it right back
And the truth is
If it doesn't hurt at all
Then it doesn't mean a thing
I never knew that I could feel this way
If it doesn't hurt at all
There's nothing left to save
'Cause holding on to hope is a different kind of pain
We all got vices
We all got choices to make
It's hard to stay and hard to walk away
You lied to me, spinning in the dark
It took me years to see
That you had sucked the life out of me
If it doesn't hurt at all
Then it doesn't mean a thing
I never knew that I could feel this way
If it doesn't hurt at all
There's nothing left to save
'Cause holding on to hope is a different kind of pain (a different kind of pain)
A different kind of pain
Running right back (killin')
Knives in the back, knives in the back
Knives in the back (sometimes love is pain)
Knives in the back, knives in the back
Knives in the back
If it doesn't hurt at all
Then it doesn't mean a thing
I never knew that I could feel this way
If it doesn't hurt at all
There's nothing left to save
'Cause holding on to hope is a different kind of pain
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
A different kind of pain
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
A different kind of
Pain
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Cervini, Andrew Fulk, Daniel Oliver, Jonathan Hawkins, Mark Vollelunga, Benjamin Anderson, Will Hoffman
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