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Pink Halverson Jan 2010
Living through the pain
With every look
Every single look of hurt
In your eyes
Your suffering
Your sadness
I caused it
I am at blame
For your unhappiness
I am at blame
For that look in your eyes
I toyed with you
****** with you
And still care for you
How could I?
What can I do?
I caused all this pain for you
and there is nothing
I can do about it.
Pink Halverson Jan 2010
To be with the one I want
I can't see you everyday.
Only thing I can do is walk aimlessly
Maybe you don't want to see me
I'm so lost
Maybe I shouldn't see you
It's so hard
Can't hear your voice
I'm stuck.
"I'm falling, falling for you babe"
More and more each day.
Follow my heart?
Well it pulls me to you
I am not allowed to follow
Where it leads me to.
You've got me by the heartstrings
And they're pulling with each step
I think I'm going crazy
Going crazy
Pink Halverson Jan 2010
You would never know what happened
Wouldn't know what the explosion felt like
Till the bomb ticked its final tick
You could never know how you'd feel about me
Till I really beat your heart with a stick.
You used to say "I could never hate you"
How naive you were
Because here you are now
With your face in a frown
Your heart in a stir.
I knew it back then
Just as I know it now
How easy it would be
How simple and quick,
So much that you're sick
No, it wouldn't be hard
To make you hate me.
Because hate is your reaction to pain
Whether or not you give it that name
Hate is still hate
And now you hate me.
Pink Halverson Jan 2010
Like I'm offered gold
But my feet are embedded in silver
I want to move forward
But I can't move my feet
Want to tell you what's on my mind
Can't bring myself to speech
Drowning, tethered.
Not sure how I feel about either.
Tangled up in webs
And left out to soak,
let for dead.
How do I stifle
these feelings of mine
I look in your eyes
and my conscience goes blind
How do I refrain from saying all that I want to say?
When I know how you feel
And I know how I feel
How am I supposed to turn away?

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