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I now watch you from the sidelines,
Wishing to be her.
I now have to wipe more tears from my eyes,
Now that you have that girl.

Cut me in to pieces,
Push me in the mud,
It really doesn't matter,
Because by sunrise,
I'll be drowned in my blood.

I want to see you sometime,
I want to smile at you one day,
But I know there will not be a chance,
That I'll hear you say:

" I'll pick up your pieces,
I'll pull you out of the mud,
It really does matter,
Because before sunrise,
I'll save every drop of your blood.

Now it's diffrent,
You are pushing her into your mind,
And me into the mud.
Your cutting her a wedding cake,
Your cutting me day by day.
You think she matters,
You don't care if my heart shatters.
You're saving all her blood,
Mine's mixed in with the mud.

Cut me into pieces,
Ignore me all year round
It really doesn't matter,
Because by sunrise,
They'll be putting me in the ground.

They found the knife,
They found the blood,
Mixed in with the mud.

They found your picture in my hand,
With a note on the back,
It said,
"He doesn't love me like that."