Twelve months out
Or is it twelve months in hell
You wearing my skin
Or am I still here, I just can't tell
I been scratching again
Picking at these stupid sores
I'm bruised it ain't no lie
Bit I'm not bleeding anymore
I can always see your name
Lipstick stains the sheets
Yeah the lust and passion
Melted like us in the heat
I'm choosing the victim mentality
It's true, you fucking wounded me