Band-aids don't fix bullet holes

Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted
Did you have to ruin what was shining? Now it's all rusted
Did you have to hit me, where I'm weak? Baby, I couldn't breathe
And rub it in so deep, salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me
Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I