CUT

Lying comes easy to you I'm sorry doesn't make it true, your words they cut me deep into my memory I fall onto my knees and begging please don't hurt me again The sun warms your side of the bed. The closet's filled with your fragrance Feel my lungs Feel my lungs Lying comes easy to you I'm sorry doesn't make it true, your words they cut me deep into my memory I fall onto my knees and begging please don't hurt me again