Theory of a deadman - Salt in the Wound

You could have let it be
You could have let me bleed
Instead it seems
You keep
Rubbing salt in the wound
You could have let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still
You're rubbing salt in the wound

Being dead must be better than this
Already hurts but you couldn't resist
Moving on way too quick
An unexpected a way to end it

Like a bullet that didn't go through
It's stuck inside just like you
Makin' me hate like you always do
Now you're fucking him like we were nothing

You could have let it be
You could have let me bleed
Instead it seems
You keep
Rubbing salt in the wound
You could have let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still
You're rubbing salt in the wound

You're picking at my scars
My world's been torn apart
Everywhere I turn there you are
To humiliate me, you must hate me

When there's nothing left
And I take my last breath
Will I finally be at rest
While you're both laughing, hope you're happy

You could have let it be
You could have let me bleed
Instead it seems
You keep
Rubbing salt in the wound
You could have let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still
You're rubbing salt in the wound

It's burning, I can't take the pain I said
It's burning, I can't take the pain
Of when you're rubbing salt in the
Rubbing salt in the wound

You could have let it be
You could have let me bleed
Instead it seems
You keep
Rubbing salt in the wound
You could have let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still
You're rubbing salt in the wound