Show in the leg

Old stuff

Angers creeps along my spine
Winds around it like a vine
Crushes my nerves, makes them shot
Boils my blood, makes it hot
Traps the brain
Brings the pain
Tightens my veins
Drives me insane

So why do I do it
If it all tumbles down
If you spit it back at me
Knock me down when you pound

You ignore me
You hate me
You like me
Your fucked

You shouldn't
Have cheated
You won't tell him
Your fucked

You love him
More then you loved me
We all know that
To us that is seen

Yet your fucking with time
It's all just a game
Love shot you with an arrow
But it just made you lame

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wow, that's a different way of saying it