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. I've been cold. In the crypt. But not as cold as the words. Across your lips. You'll be sorry baby. Someday. When you reach across the bed. Where my body used to lay. 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. (All you left behind is a chalk outline). (All you left behind). 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