"I've been cursed, I've been crossed

I've been beaten by the ones that get me off

I've been cut, I've been opened up

I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved

You left me here like a chalk outline

On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away, wash away

You keep coming back to the scene of the crime

But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway

All you left behind is a chalk outline.."