Sticks and stones,
bruises and scratches.
Cigarette burns and stricken matches.
None of it hurts and none of it kills,
Does it make you feel better?
That hole does it fill?
Tired of fake,
And tired of lies,
Tired of dealing,
I just want to die.
But im too strong,
And way to smart.
Ill keep on living,
Trying to cure this broken heart.
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Alone I stand,
Too much to take,
My thoughts at hand,
Im gonna break.
Can no one see,
Is no one there?
No its just me,
No love no care.
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