My heart hurts this feeling hurts
opening up my eyes wide feeling hurt
time dissolving in my hands falling through
warmth overcoming my head not the warmth
of safety the warmth of loneliness it has become
a friend a close friend a close friend that know me
better than I know myself my eyes can't weep
they are too dry like a desert in the summer time
the pain will look for an oasis in my heart to revive
the rest of the pain and let my eyes be flooded in sorrow.
This hurts. The pain hurts.
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