Whose hurting who
I will never understand
Why each scar means nothing
To the words spilled like blood
Pull back my sharp tongue
Then your actions are scary
Concern with passion
All I remember is the pain
All I remember is the blind lust
The second of love in our breath
Shrouded by my own fault
If it's this hard
Why go on
If our need is strength
Then where is it
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