Wounded Heart


When you said those words, were you bleeding?
Or were you just self deceiving?
I’ll tell you one thing, I can’t stop thinking
About all the days I stayed stinging
Now I’m just left here singing
For you, I’ll never stop breathing
But for me, you think I'm dreaming
But I can assure you I still have feeling

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