Оригинален текст
my neck hurts, ‘ cause i've been cutting moons
my hands hurt, ‘ cause i cut them from you
so someone snuck into your room
and it got back to me
now, i lie here in my room
and there is nothing i can do
but cut and think about you
my neck hurts, ‘ cause i've been cutting moons
my hands hurt, ‘ cause i cut them from you
so someone snuck into your room
and it got back to me
now, i lie here in my room
and there is nothing i can do
but cut and think about you