2.09.2012

The Script

My hands are cold, my body's numb
Im still in shock, what have you done?
My head is pounding, my visions blurred
Your mouth is moving, I don't hear a word

And I hurt so bad, that I search my skin
For the entry point, where love went in
And ricoshad and bounced around
And left a hole, when you walked out

I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room
Can anybody help me with these Exit Wounds?