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Pain

I transfer pain to paper though lately it seems to much When the only thing I ask of you is a smile or a now and then touch You act as if I harass you when wanting to talk about us Seeing me as a drama queen feeling I do nothing but fuss Though I'm sorry that you see it that way I must this once disagree My heart and soul are there for you It's never been just about me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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