I never keep my promises, it's not my fault, it's always someone else's. I'll never tell you when it hurts, just shout louder till you listen. Later on I'll cry alone. Tell you a little about it but never enough. I'll say I was annoyed, never that I was hurt. I'll tell you I don't want to speak to you anymore. Not mentioning how you never listened. You envy everything I have. What do you even know about what I have? You think I have it easy. What a carefree thought. The more you know. The more it'd hurt. Why does it always go back to that one word. Hurt.
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