When I watched my lover punch a brick wall, I felt the blow too
While it radiated up his arm it radiated through my chest
I could feel each bruised knuckle and each ****** hole
Wishing I could take it away with every second

But I can't help seeing myself in that wall
And I cant help seeing my own reflection in the leftover bruises

When I watched my lover punch a brick wall, I felt the blow too

And I am sure that I will feel it every day after