Before I would hurt a child, I would slit my wrists.
I felt like he was laboring and that’s when guys get hurt.
Lines are drawn, but then they fade. For her I bend, for you I break.
Don’t even try making out I’m making this up. I’ve got proof. Evidence.
The target was not reached and all we have left is a big hurt,
I’ve played hurt. But this is the knee. I can’t (move it around).
When you start thinking you may get hurt, it’s time to get out of racing.
No, you’re perfectly capable of doing that on your own.
but sometimes deception is needed not to hurt the ones we care for.