Theory of A Deadman - Salt in the Wound

You couldn't let it be You coulda let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound You coulda let me heal I hate the way it feels Now I suffer still, you're rubbing salt in the wound (Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) (Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) (Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) (Rub it in, rub it in) Being dead must be better than this Already hurts but you couldn't resist Moving on way too quick I'm not expected a way to end it Like a bullet that didn't go through It's stuck inside just like you Making me hate like you always do Now you're fucking him like we were nothing You couldn't let it be You coulda let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound You coulda 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 couldn't let it be You coulda let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound You coulda 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 (Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just! (Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just! (Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just! (Rub it in, rub it in) (Rub it in, rub it in!) (Rub it in, rub it in!) (Rub it in, rub it in!) You couldn't let it be You coulda let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound You coulda let me heal I hate the way it feels Now I suffer still, you're rubbing salt in the wound Rubbing salt in the wound (Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just! (Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just! (Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just! (Rub it in, rub it in)