It's a sore subject
That I'd rather not address
How did I get here
Into such an ugly mess
Got myself carried away
Despite all common sense
How could I be so dense

I got hurt
Oh yeah
And it didn't feel good

I got hurt, oh my Lord
And I got hurt good

It's a good day when
I know there's not a chance
For anyone or anything
To mess with my stance

Let the time pass the way
I need for it to pass
If you need me don't ask

I got hurt
Oh yeah
And it didn't feel good

I got hurt, oh my Lord
And I got hurt good
And I'm never going back
That scene has gone to black
There's no way to make me see
What I was will never be

It's a sore subject
But it has to be addressed
All of the destruction
Well it needs to be assessed
Let myself get away
Although the odds were bad
How did I get so sad

I got hurt
Oh yeah
And it didn't feel good

I got hurt, oh my Lord
And I got hurt good

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Writer(s): Mark O. Everett