Jul 26, 2009 13:38
"After All (It Doesn't Hurt Me)"
It doesn't hurt me.
Feel free to look away,
and watch the other boys run up the hill.
It doesn't hurt me.
It doesn't hurt me.
You think that I can feel
the way you're tearing me asunder, but
it doesn't hurt me...
After all,
what would it matter?
What would it matter if my flesh was burning,
for you?
What would it matter if my heart was bleeding,
for you?
What would it matter if my feet were running
to you?
It doesn't hurt me,
that you don't hurt for me.
It doesn't hurt me.
Feel free to walk away,
and never see how deep the bullet lies.
It doesn't hurt me.
It doesn't hurt me.
You know that I can feel
the ever-flowing rivers drown us, but
it doesn't hurt me...
After all,
what would it matter?
What would it matter if my flesh was burning,
for you?
What would it matter if my heart was bleeding,
for you?
What would it matter if my feet were running
to you?
It doesn't hurt me,
that you don't hurt for me.
If we could swap places,
you and me,
maybe you could, angel,
clearly see
through your fog...
but, after all...what would it matter?
It doesn't hurt me,
that you don't hurt for me.
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