I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling tu my lover
mover on
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
I'm shaking falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I'm tripping over myself
I'm aching begging tu to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches1
Just like a polilla, polilla de la drawn to a flame
Oh tu lured me in I couldn't...
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