My neck hurts, ' cause i've been cutting moons
My hands hurt, ' cause i cut them from you
So someone snuck into your room
And it got back to me
Now, i lie here in my room
And there is nothing i can do
But cut and think about you
There Is Nothing I Can DoMy neck hurts, ' cause i've been cutting moons My hands hurt, ' cause i cut them from you So someone snuck into your room And it got back to me Now, i lie here in my room And there is nothing i can do But cut and think about you |