This Pain
I feel this pain,
That I can not tame.
I feel the emptiness,
That makes my life treasuries.
I did no wrong,
But I still cut long.
I have the sorrows,
That no one borrows.
Seeing it slip away,
Making my heart decay.
As it's devoured,
My heart sets on trial.
You made me who I am,
The strong being fan.
But as it slips beyond,
Where you can't go very long;
I sit and let my life betray,
Wishing I could save it for another day.
Why do I ruin it all,
When my love finally grows tall?
We were meant to be,
But our love got hung in a tree.
I can't help but say goodbye,
And sometimes;
I don't know why.
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