This is a song about "Fellings hurt"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

That we picked up at the last concert

Mess around with me get hurt

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Hurt in the worst possible diction

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

So tell me why are we at war

I feel like it's you i hurt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

We both grown and i dont care

There's so much hurt up there