THIS is the rerun. From Nov/Dec.

You plowed over me like a tractor
You used me up and put me out to pasture
I'm left to eat your dust
Guess you're thinkin' that we must be done

You said you got my back every minute
Well, you do, you've got it there to put your dagger in it
And knowing what I need
Still you stood and watched me bleed

Wounded, I'm wounded
I'm battered and broken and bruised
Wounded, I'm wounded
Just wonderin' why you do me like you do

I feel betrayed and so manipulated
I call a spade a spade, you call me jaded
Well, what do you expect You give me no respect

~Little Big Town