Текст песни Salt In The Wound - Theory of a Deadman

You could've let it be
You could've let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could've let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer, still you're rubbing salt in the wound.
Being dead must be better than this.
Already hurts but you couldn't resist.
Moving on way to quick.
An unexpected way to end it
Like a bullet that didn't go through
It's stuck inside just like you.
Making me ache like you always do
Now you're fucking him like we were nothing.
You could've let it be
You could've let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could've let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer, still your rubbing salt in the wound.
You're picking at my scars, my world's 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 you're both laughing? Hope you're happy.
You could've let it be
You could've let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could've let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer, still you're 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 you're rubbing salt in the wound
You could've let it be
You could've let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You could've let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer, still you're rubbing salt in the wound.