Your words are shallow and dull against my skin. Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within. I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, But it's ok. I'm not one for getting mad. *Chorus* I don't need apologies. I don't fall for sympathy. You can't win me back. This will be the last time i'm kissing you goodbye. You left me with a scar across my back. These stones are breaking my bones as they crush me. Your careless remarks left me here to bleed. I dont appreciate the games you play without regret, but it's ok. I'm not one for getting mad. *Chorus* Your knife, my back (x 4)