theory of a deadman
salt in the wound
You couldn't let it be You could of let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound  You could of let me heal I hate the way it feels Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.  Being dead must be better than this. Already hurts but you couldn't resist. Moving on way to quick. I'm not expected a way to end it Like a bullet that didn't go threw It's stuck inside just like you. Making me hate like you always do Now your fucking him like we were nothing.  You couldn't let it be You could of let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound  You could of let me heal I hate the way it feels Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.  Your picking at my scars my worlds been torn apart. Everywhere I turn there you are to humiliate me you must hate me. When there's nothing left and I take my last breath Will I finally be at rest while your both laughing hope your happy.  You couldn't let it be You could of let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound  You could of let me heal I hate the way it feels Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.  It's burning I can't take the pain I said it's burning I can't take the pain Of when your rubbing, rubbing salt in the wound  You couldn't let it be You could of let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound  You could of let me heal I hate the way it feels Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound