I've been cursed,
I've been crossed,
I've been beaten by the ones that get me off.
I've been cut,
I've been opened up,
I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved.
You left me here
Like a chalk outline,
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain
To wash away,
Wash away.
You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak,
And there's nothing left to say anyway,
All you left behind is a chalk outline.
I've been cold
In the crypt,
But not as cold as the words across your lips.
You'll be sorry baby, some day
When you reach across the bed where my body used to lay.
You left me here
Like a chalk outline,
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain
To wash away,
Wash away.
You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak,
And there's nothing left to say anyway,
All you left behind is a chalk outline.
All you left behind is a chalk outline. (x2)
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