Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Painkillers?

I don't want this type of pain
I told myself, never again
Accuse me outright lies
Often, they make me cry

Nothing is ever good enough
You're too gentle, no too rough
You have no respect
Oh wait you didn't even speak
You make me feel so fragile, weak

Take my confidence, break it in two
Is there anymore you could do?
Hold on, nothing is ever that bad
When you're dead, I'll be glad

One day you'll get to see me
Being all I can be
Nothing you will say
Will make this pain go away

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