Salt In The Wound

Theory of a Dead Man

You couldn't let it be

You could of let me bleed

Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound

You could of let me heal

I hate the way it feels

Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.

Being dead must be better than this.

Already hurts but you couldn't resist.

Moving on way to quick.

I'm not expected a way to end it

Like a bullet that didn't go threw

It's stuck inside just like you.

Making me hate like you always do

Now your fucking him like we were nothing.

You couldn't let it be

You could of let me bleed

Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound

You could of let me heal

I hate the way it feels

Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.

Your picking at my scars my worlds been torn apart.

Everywhere I turn there you are to humiliate me you must hate me.

When there's nothing left and I take my last breath

Will I finally be at rest while your both laughing hope your happy.

You couldn't let it be

You could of let me bleed

Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound

You could of let me heal

I hate the way it feels

Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound.

It's burning I can't take the pain

I said it's burning I can't take the pain

Of when your rubbing, rubbing salt in the wound

You couldn't let it be

You could of let me bleed

Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound

You could of let me heal

I hate the way it feels

Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound