Please say these bruises aren't permanent she says
And the lines on her wrist are a hole in her head
And she says that she's done
Living like this
But he has never seen anyone more beautiful
Please say these scars aren't noticeable he says
And the heart on his sleeve is the gun in her hand
And he says that he's done
Bleeding like this
But he has never won and she'll never give up on him
Trust me to sleep
Love me to bed
As we lay to rest
another day in heaven
And give me your all
You can have my best
It's the least i can do
For giving me these chances
Please say that you'll remember me they said
and the words on the floor could never replace it
And they said they're done
Living like this
But they held on so long
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