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歌词:Hurt. Better.

Those things you thought that were obscene,
will quickly become your routine,
And he invited you over.
An addict quickly gets undressed,
With something to get off her chest.
You made a trade ?cause you're sober.

It stings to remind you of all that's behind you,
But I don't wanna lose you right now.

?Cause they say it gets better,
Before it gets worse.
You know it gets better,
so of course it gets worse.

Your body's made of dollar bills,
You'd spend them all on some cheap thrills.
But what when you're older?
You stuck a point into your arm,
but did you contemplate the harm?
As it moves up your shoulder.

Did it make you feel better,
right before it got worse.
It used to make you feel better,
but now it just hurts.

There's no hope,
?Cause I'm in love with you.
and I cannot cope,
?cause I'm addicted too.

You keep on coming over me. (You're killing me)
I keep on crying over you. (You're killing me)
It shows me what it's come to be, (You're killing me)
It shows me what I mean to you. (You're killing me)
You keep on coming over me, (You're killing me)
I keep on crying over you. (You're killing me)
It shows me what it's come to be, (You're killing me)
It shows me what I mean to you. (You're killing me)

And after all you would think it my fault,
When all in all I know is that you're killing me.