it's hurt when it's hurt
i have no mean to cover it up
but it's ugly when it's hurt
that wound, it's ugly
hurt more and more
it's hurt how your sharp eyes judging me
it's hurt how your soft whispers cursing me
it's hurt when it's hurt
i have no mean to cover it up
but the wound is opened again
it's hurt no matter how good i handle it
the wound stings my chest, burns my head
gasping for air when i'm still breathing fine
grab on thin spirit that only left
it's hurt when it's hurt
i'm the one who with thorn
i'm the one that is rotten
i'm the ugly and wounded living
why you have to cut on my root
why you have to torn my growing petals
it's hurt when it's hurt
i'm hurt and wounded.
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