Have you ever stopped and listen
to those old broken records
the ones with the dust
that you have to pull out?
they're the sound of her voice
the old ones that said she loved you
before you cheated before you lied
before you made her sob and cry
yea those you know which ones
she recorded her voice you recorded the lies
now she shreds them as she cries
shes all scrunched up into a little ball
as she takes the razor cuts real slow
wants to die
just wants to hold... you one more time
she wants one more chance before she dies
she watches the blood as she listens real good
to them old records play
she wants to know why oh why
you had to go and make her cry
