Nothing hurts like words; Nothing sinks in and touches you
Nothing quite as much, not as harsh vile words
Cuts and bruises heal, they leave no mark, no stain
No real reminder that they were ever really there
Scars will fade over time, leave and disappear.
Not ones of your heart, they will stay forever
Nothing hurts like words; nothing sinks in and touches you
Nothing quite as much, not as harsh vile words
Pain will come and go, ebb and flow
But with each touch it stains, like ink
It stays with you, slowly covering you
Until you are swallowed by it, unrecognisable.
Nothing hurts like words; nothing sinks in and touches you
Nothing quite as much, not as harsh vile words
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 5:35 AM UTC
Nothing hurts like words; Nothing sinks in and touches you
Nothing quite as much, not as harsh vile words
Cuts and bruises heal, they leave no mark, no stain
No real reminder that they were ever really there
Scars will fade over time, leave and disappear.
Not ones of your heart, they will stay forever
Nothing hurts like words; nothing sinks in and touches you
Nothing quite as much, not as harsh vile words
Pain will come and go, ebb and flow
But with each touch it stains, like ink
It stays with you, slowly covering you
Until you are swallowed by it, unrecognisable.
Nothing hurts like words; nothing sinks in and touches you
Nothing quite as much, not as harsh vile words