we all think we're misunderstood
no one knows what we really mean
but then we get over ourselves
weave a tangled web of story
only, some are tales which injure
explanations that turn us cold
from those enlightenments I'd run
rather than leave us all exposed
and I will make myself the bitch
every goddamned time it happens
no one knows how I hate to hurt
fragile souls licking wounds to mend
so leave your load right here with me
I'm stronger than I look, you know
no matter how much it all hurts
I swear to you, I'll never tell.
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