Bruises

Why does it have to be like this?
Won't you just tell me what I did?
If I offended you, it wasn't my intension
I can be such a masochist
You're just the type I can't resist
All that I wanted was a little bit more attention

These bruises remind me of you
These bruises remind me of you
These matches are left black and blue
These bruises remind me of

I've been alive before
Now I don't fuck with them no more
I thought you understood how I felt back in the moment
But if I scared you away
Maybe I'll hear from you someday
Well, then I know, I guess I'm not the one you've chosen

These bruises remind me of you
These bruises remind me of you
These matches are left black and blue
These bruises remind me of y-, bruises remind me

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