Get Scared - Deepest Cut Lyrics
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Deepest Cut
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What Are The Lyrics For Deepest Cut By Get Scared?
Ah shit
As my sky turns from autumn to ash I hate you more and more each day As my mind grows angry by the hour My circumstances look so gray Please don't forgive me I can't forgive myself The knife is planted in my back I'm the deepest cut I'm the deepest wound I'm the deepest lie you ever told I'm the hardest part I'm the blackest heart I'm the darkest night that's way too cold I'm leaving I'm leaving now I'm leaving I'm the one that's always leaving you (always leaving you) Like drilling holes deeper in my teeth I fake the smile on my face (I'm leaving) Constantly shoving your fingers down my throat You know the best ways to bring the worst outta me Please don't forgive me I can't forgive myself The knife is planted in my back I'm the deepest cut I'm the deepest wound I'm the deepest lie you ever told I'm the hardest part I'm the blackest heart I'm the darkest night that's way too cold I'm leaving I'm leaving now I'm leaving I'm the one that's always leaving you You Leaving Leaving Leaving Leaving you I'm the deepest cut I'm the deepest wound I'm the deepest lie you ever told I'm the hardest part I'm the blackest heart I'm the darkest night that's way too cold I'm leaving I'm leaving now I'm leaving I'm the one that's always leaving you Always leaving you Always leaving |
Who Wrote Deepest Cut By Get Scared?
John Feldmann, Writers Unknown
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What's The Duration Of The Deepest Cut By Get Scared?The duration of Deepest Cut is 3:21 minutes and seconds. |
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