I opened up to you when I was low
You said it was OK to cry, to bare my soul
You were fake.
Just wanted to see how far I would go
Now I'm feeling even more alone
Sometimes I wonder why do I care or let myself feel so much?
The pain comes in mixed with short-lived relief and love
This love is my crutch or vicodin pill
Something that numbs all the pain
Can decend and make me feel ill
What should I do If love is a drug I need to survive?
Will you help me keep love alive
Or will you just feed the flame of pain inside?
I wish I knew how to live this life
And love the ones I bring into mine
Why is there always so much strife?
Is the pain only one of a kind
Or do I just reap what I sow?
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