The words I hear about you,

Cut me like my knife,

'Cuz when I think about you,

Crimson tears begin to cry.

No one really realizes,

What you were to me,

And now I keep on trying,

To just let go.

But moving on is hard,

And when people bring you up,

They don't see the pain in my eyes,

My wounds that haven't healed.

Why does this still hurt me?

I should be over this,

But I can't seem to pull away,

From my old life,

My old friends.

It truly hurts,

I'll tell you,

To feel the way I feel.

To have this pain,

Now on my heart,

Permanently tattooed.