If I saw you laying bloody in the street
I wouldn't bother you
I'd stop and watch i I had time

Call for help if i had a dime
I wish that this wasn't mine
But I won't lie

'Cause the story that you made up
And Our subsequent break-up
Are a batter party lie to tell our friends

But I wish it wasn't mine

If I saw you getting beaten in the street

I would stop them hurting you
And I'd finish the job with my own words
Make you feel that much worse

Worse than any beating could
Leave you with more scars than cuts and bruises could
If I saw you getting beaten in the street

I wouldn't let them hurt
That privilege is reserved for me
And I would bleed in sympathy

I want you to hurt my way
Want you to hurt my way and feel the way I do


All my energy, wasted on hate
Wish it wasn't mine