Theory of A Deadman - Salt in the Wound

You couldn't let it be
You coulda let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You coulda let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still, you're rubbing salt in the wound

(Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in)
(Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in)
(Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in)
(Rub it in, rub it in)

Being dead must be better than this
Already hurts but you couldn't resist
Moving on way too quick
I'm not expected a way to end it
Like a bullet that didn't go through
It's stuck inside just like you
Making me hate like you always do
Now you're fucking him like we were nothing

You couldn't let it be
You coulda let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You coulda let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still, you're rubbing salt in the wound

You're picking at my scars, my world's been torn apart
Everywhere I turn, there you are to humiliate me, you must hate me
When there's nothing left and I take my last breath
Will I finally be at rest while you're both laughing, hope you're happy?

You couldn't let it be
You coulda let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You coulda let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still, you're rubbing salt in the wound

It's burning, I can't take the pain
I said it's burning
I can't take the pain of when you're rubbing salt in the-
Rubbing salt in the wound

(Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just!
(Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just!
(Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just!
(Rub it in, rub it in)

(Rub it in, rub it in!)
(Rub it in, rub it in!)
(Rub it in, rub it in!)

You couldn't let it be
You coulda let me bleed
Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound
You coulda let me heal
I hate the way it feels
Now I suffer still, you're rubbing salt in the wound
Rubbing salt in the wound

(Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just!
(Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just!
(Rub it in, rub it in, rub it in) Just!
(Rub it in, rub it in)