The Hurt Process
The Hurt Process
The Hurt Process
The Hurt Process
The Hurt Process
The Hurt Process
The Hurt Process
The Hurt Process
The Hurt Process
I light a cigarette and try to erase everything, that you did to try and make me smile
A tear rolls down my cheek, how can you still breathe the air that I breathe
Knowing the heartache that you are responsible for
And I erase everything I've known and I try to smile, and it has all gone wrong