They say that time heals all wounds,
But that doesn't mean I don't remember being wounded.
Cut to the bone and strung out on the rack,
I stitched myself back together and mended what you left broken.
Did you really expect me to let the bull back into the shop?
If I were to be wounded again,
the fault would not be with you.
And that's a cut I don't think I could survive.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
They say that time heals all wounds,
But that doesn't mean I don't remember being wounded.
Cut to the bone and strung out on the rack,
I stitched myself back together and mended what you left broken.
Did you really expect me to let the bull back into the shop?
If I were to be wounded again,
the fault would not be with you.
And that's a cut I don't think I could survive.
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