Dear Jamie, Have Our Pain.... I don't want it.
Music saves my life
Every Time you take a step back.
He says I'm too good for that.
To sell myself like bits of my soul.
But here's the thing.
He's been gone for so long
And since you left I'm not really whole.
So yeah,
Go ahead and sing the song.
Spill the sorrows like sweetest of rain.
He says I'm "too good for that"
But he hasn't seen this pain.
The pain I feel Every time you're cut open.
The Hate of having hope
And feeling stupid for hopin.
So smile.
Look at me!
Dam you.
I'm not too good.
While he looks at the pictures he's looking at me.
And while I'm standing there...
I'm trying...
Fighting to stay happy.
When finding out I just want to go.
I want to run.
Make it okay.
Want to tell my jay goodbye
And pretend like we were ever anyone.
So smile.
Look at me.
You're my pain,
My love,
My hate,
You are and forever will be....
My soul mate.
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