You left my body black and blue,
but I guess none of it matters to you.
Now there's someone new,
but I'm experiencing deja vu.

The scars you made have yet to fade.
Now I'm receiving cuts from someone else's blade.
And your sittin' in the corner tryin' to throw shade.
Maybe I should block off my heart with a military grade blockade.

My body will forever be covered in bruises,
because you lost your sanity and he's about to lose his.
So many people keep asking bout these bruises,
and I'm finally running out of excuses.

I'm done with hiding these bruises.