Pain

by Rachel   Sep 27, 2009


Your pain becomes
my pain,

As you slide the glass
down your arm.

You think it will
help and give you some gain,

As you do this,
you think you're the only one to harm.

Your pain becomes,
my pain,

As i slide the glass
down my arm.

I know it won't
help or give any gain,

As i do this,
I know to you it won't harm.

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