"It's meant to be getting easier.
My heart still stops every time I remember.
It's not getting easier,
it feels like the wounds are new everytime I think of you.
The blood gushes from the wound, you've hurt me can't you see?
and you won't fix these injuries,
is it because you can't see them?
they're not the kind you fix with painkillers baby
they're the kind you need love and affection for."
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