Don't hurt

by StandStill   Mar 4, 2008


You called me tonight
your voice
was hurting and tight
and all i had to offer
were words of advice
"she's not worth it, hon,
she's not all that nice"
and you wanted to cry
i could tell
but all i could think
was how i wanted to yell
"I'm better than her!
I have much more worth!"
but you don't see
who you are to me
i love you my dear
please don't cry
to erase those tears
i would die

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