The dull ache is my best friend
Because it means the sharp pain's gone
And whereas it's temporary it gives me hope
That maybe my life's not all wrong
But as I sit here crying
I can't think straight
My only thoughts
Are the ones that I hate
There's no one to talk to
Because they just pretend to care
They act as if they understand
Though they shoot confused stares
I'm so beyond lost
My endless tears burn
Now where do I go
When there's nowhere to turn?
Where do I go . . . ?
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