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There are black hearts tattooed over the broken parts,
I’m never enough for you ‘cause I don’t fight back.
The only thanks I get are deeper wounds,
It’s takes too long for you to react.

I hate you in every way,
Your perfect lips, all the kisses you gave,
I hate you, you play your games.
Cut to my heart then walk away.

Everything I have smells like your favorite cigarettes.
It takes all of my strength not to succumb to these secrets.
I can’t even imagine what keeps me,
It’s nothing serious
It’s nothing serious,
It’s nothing serious,
It’s just my love.

If everything I have, I need, could fill this void inside of me,
I wouldn’t still be coming back, or would I?
You’ve proven that it’s so much worse to be left in the dark.

I have black hearts tattooed over the surgery scars,
I’m never enough for you ‘cause I don’t fight back.
The only thanks I get are deeper wounds
It takes too long for you to react.

I hate you, in every way
Your perfect lips, all the kisses you take.
I hate you, the games you play,
Cut to my heart then walk away.

Everything I have smells like your favorite cigarettes,
It takes all of my strength not to succumb to these secrets.
I can’t even imagine what keeps me.
It’s nothing serious,
It’s nothing serious,
It’s nothing serious,
It’s just one more.
It’s just outside.
It’s nothing serious,
It’s nothing serious,
It’s nothing serious,
It’s just my love.