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Why? |
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pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513
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I bleed. See the little red drops? My heart hurts Because you're in pain And I can do little to help. She's jealous of me, you say. I wonder at this "friend" of mine. I love her with all my heart Yet if she causes you to hurt... Why should she be anything to me? Neither of you realize Your tortorous words Although directed at each other Cut at my heart Make me guilty for my happiness I'm sorry she's unhappy But what she does to you Is unacceptable And a transgression against me. Friend, dear friend Why must you be the cause of my breaking heart? My bleeding, desperate soul? Tell, tell me How might I help Oh, dear God, dear God, make it stop make it stop MAKE IT STOP! But first tell me why... |
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