I've had a wound in my heart that had been healed for a while, But now those wounds are open since you came back into my life,
Six years worth of memories I was forced to forget, lock away the past the minute that you left,
But now you've come back and I don't know what to do. Spent a fortune on pain killers... spent a fortune on you,
But now that you're back and the stitches have been broken, The hurt I kept for so long is now bleeding and is open,
I've had a wound that was there...with a stabbed knife through my heart, spent a fortune on bandaids that I tried to plaster up,
Six years worth of memories, I bought bandages to stop, the blood that soaked through, and with time I forgot,
But now you're back at my station and I don't know what to do,
and now I can't use painkillers because my prescription's overdue.