Stabbing Westward - Sometimes It Hurts Lyrics
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Sometimes It Hurts
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What Are The Lyrics For Sometimes It Hurts By Stabbing Westward?
Six o'clock in the morning
My head is ready to explode I can't believe I made it home alive I don't remember where I went Or what I was drinking But I know it's made me sick An I'm not denying That I get this way When I try to get over you I get this way When I try to get over you Sometimes it hurts so much to lose the one you love Sometimes it hurts so much to lose the one you love I tried so hard to hate you But it only makes things worse I only end up hating myself And as my hatred grows So do the lies It's hard to face the truth sometimes God I feel so useless God I hate myself When I try to get over you God I hate myself How will I ever get over you? Sometimes it hurts so much to lose the one you love Sometimes it hurts so much to lose the one you love And after all this time you'd think I'd understand the way you feel but no I only think about myself And it's driving you away I always knew it would one day Sometimes it hurts so much to lose the one you love Sometimes it hurts so much to lose the one you love |
Who Wrote Sometimes It Hurts By Stabbing Westward?
Andy Kubiszewski, Christopher Hall, James Eric Sellers, Marcus Eliopulos, Walter Flakus
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What's The Duration Of The Sometimes It Hurts By Stabbing Westward?The duration of Sometimes It Hurts is 3:39 minutes and seconds. |
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