But everytime I save you, I get hurt instead.
And it pains you, to see me cry
but I guess not deep enough, or you just don't care to try.
Since when did your gental kisses
turn to fingerprint bruises on my neck.
Since when did your pretty little girl
become a fragile punching bag.
We don't understand the way I forgive,
maybe I thought I could save you, if I got hurt instead.
