Words they tend to sting
Like salted wounds on my feet
There's nothing bittersweet
About it...
You've got the worst of me
Uncover eyes to see me clearly
And you'll see me bleeding,
Bleeding out
You knew me well enough
To take my heart for granted
But you never saw the hurt
When your vision was slanted (slanted)
They say there's three sides to every story
But you never heard mine
Drown me under your covers
With every downfall I have
There's nothing secretive
About you...
You've had the best of me
Open up your eyes, see me clearly
And you'll see me trying,
Trying to say
You knew me well enough
To take my heart for granted
But you never saw the hurt
When your vision was slanted (slanted)
They say there's three sides to every story
But you never heard mine
Listen up
You never got enough
Of what I needed to say
Listen up
I was never good enough
But I needed (needed) to say
Listen up...
Or you'll never hear mine
You knew me well enough
To take my heart for granted
But you never saw the hurt
When your vision was slanted
They say there's three sides to every story
But you never heard mine
Yeah, they say there's three sides to every story
You will never hear mine...
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