Impaled
Holly B. Hafermann
I keel over
At the sound of your name
Crimson and clover
There's no cure for this pain
I believed you
I adored you
I revered you
Like I was born to
Now there's just a hole
Right here where my heart should be
And, no, it's not your fault
Baby, this is all on me
I ran into your knife
I guess it serves me right
I fell for the bullshit
I fell for the lies
I feel so stupid
I set myself up for this, alright
I believed you
I adored you
I revered you
Like I was born to
Now there's just a hole
Right here where my heart should be
And, no, it's not your fault
Baby, this is all on me
I ran into your knife
I guess it serves me right
I ran into your knife
I guess it serves me right
I ran into your knife
I guess it serves me right