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)