I.B. Too

Iamthemorning

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You, there
Under my fingers
You, there
Under my cold touch
I used to believe you
I used to believe in you
You used to believe me
You used to believe in me
But you destroy everything you touch

Time heals wounds on your arms
But it won't heal our hearts
For every wound on your wrist
There's a place in your heart
A special vulnerable place to hurt
To cut
Cut

You, there
Under my fingers
You, there
Under my cold touch
I used to believe you
I used to believe in you
You, there
Under my fingers
You
Under the trail of dust
You fill my heart with disgust
So run for your life so fast
Cause you destroy everything
You destroy everything you touch
If time tears us apart
Then it is time to start
For every wound on your wrist
There's a place in your heart
A special vulnerable place to hurt
To cut