Your words are shallow and dull against my skin.
their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within.
i don't appreciate the words you say behind my back,
but it's ok.
i'm not one for getting mad.

*chorus*
i don't need apologies.
i don't fall for sympathy.
you can't win me back.
this will be the last time i'm kissing you goodbye.
you left me with a scar across my back.

these stones are breaking my bones as they crush me.
your careless remarks left me here to bleed.
i dont appreciate the games you play without regret, but it's ok.
i'm not one for getting mad.

*chorus*

your knife, my back (x 4)