Your words are shallow and dull against my skin.    Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within.    I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, but it's OK.    I'm not one for getting mad.       I don't need apologies.    I don't fall for sympathy.    You can't win me back.    This will be the last time I'm kissing you good-bye.    You left me with a scar across my back.       These stones are breaking my bones as They crush me.    Your careless remarks left me here to bleed.    I don't appreciate the games you play without regret, but it's OK.    I'm not one for getting mad.       I don't need apologies.    I don't fall for sympathy.    You can't win me back.    This will be the last time I'm kissing you good-bye.    You left me with a scar across my back.      Your knife, my back.