I have a few pieces planned as part of a series and this one is the first.

Listened to Stitches pretty much the entire time

I thought that I'd been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife

Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on

You watched me bleed until I couldn't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees

Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
I'm left seeing red on my own