The rage is inches away, I see the bed with you layin in it/
Its a reminder of how I know you'll never stay committed/
I toss and turn, wide awake trying to shake the image/
Of you naked with him,
Its too late to escape the feeling/
When everytime I look up the scene plays and paints the ceiling/
If the pain was healing or the scrapes were softer, maybe I'd take your offer/
But I've paid the cost, now there's no way to tame this monster/
I wouldn't waste the gauze, the cut's too deep to wrap and bandage/
How can I look past the damage when i'm branded with scars that haven't vanished/
I shouldn't have to manage, I shouldn't learn to turn a cheek/
Just to preserve the piece that wasn't burned to the third degree/
Now it hurts to sleep, feel like i'm on a bed of nails/
Head impaled, knowing our relationship will never sail/
It was set to fail, destined to die and decompose/
I guess it was a lesson in life, but the question is why I need to know/
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