Maybe I'm not hurt enough... rejected enough. Failed enough, for I'm not used to it at all.
Why do good things get old so fast?
Things we used to enjoy turns blend
But not pain
Not loneliness
Not disappointment
Hurts the same, every damn time.
Maybe I'm not hurt enough... rejected enough. Failed enough, for I'm not used to it at all.
Why do good things get old so fast?
Things we used to enjoy turns blend
But not pain
Not loneliness
Not disappointment
Hurts the same, every damn time.
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