Lyrics
You gutted me at 17
You deeply wounded me when I was 17 years old.
My earth shattered
I felt my whole world fall apart.
Why can't you see
Why are you unable to understand?
It doesn't matter anymore
It holds no significance or importance now.
Blood pouring out the quart
There's a significant loss of blood, symbolic of pain or emotional trauma.
I wish I never met you
I regret the moment our paths crossed.
I'm trying to walk away unscathed
I'm attempting to leave without emotional damage.
Figuring out what you're gonna say next
Anticipating your next words or actions.
Called your bluff, now keep your distance
I've called your bluff and now want distance from you.
I know you're probably gonna miss this, but
I know you might regret losing me, but...
I won't miss the feeling of you
I won't miss the pain of being with you.
Wraping your cold hard hands around my neck
Describing a suffocating and painful physical gesture.
I think you're gonna have to choose
You have to make a choice between me and your actions.
Me or the things you do, cause.
Decide between me and the things you do, as they're causing harm.
You gutted me at 17
You deeply wounded me when I was 17 years old.
My earth shattered
I felt my whole world fall apart.
Why can't you see
Why are you unable to understand?
It doesn't matter anymore
It holds no significance or importance now.
Blood pouring out the quart
There's a significant loss of blood, symbolic of pain or emotional trauma.
I wish I never met you
I regret the moment our paths crossed.
I don't wanna talk about it right now
I'm not ready to discuss it at this moment.
I don't wanna talk about it right now
I'm avoiding any conversation about it currently.
I don't wanna talk about it right now
I'm unwilling to address this issue right now.
I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
I don't want to engage in any discussion about it.
You gutted me at 17
You deeply wounded me when I was 17 years old.
My earth shattered
I felt my whole world fall apart.
Why can't you see
Why are you unable to understand?
It doesn't matter anymore
It holds no significance or importance now.
Blood pouring out the quart
There's a significant loss of blood, symbolic of pain or emotional trauma.
I wish I never met you
I regret the moment our paths crossed.
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