Pain

by theory of the loser   Nov 23, 2010


Heart of stone, covered in pain,
locked in love, such disdain,
no reason to fret over the simple things,
though when things aren't simple where lies the blame,

with a slap to the face and anger at me,
Feeling the hurt, singing of time,
time that doesn't, and time that does,
falling down, there's so many cuts,
these cuts you've left with me.

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