I hate the feel of this ache
Said I'd never cry for you
But I wake to feel...
How this hits the spot for you...
Not knowing now how to ever feel
That this perception isn't real
Like the old abuse
But bless your heart
I fought and refused
Only to be torn apart
Torn apart from youth
I hate the pain
Said I'd never cry for you
But I wake to the reality
The perception of the entity
Like the old abuse
Bless your heart
I fought and refused
Only to be torn apart by you
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