THE HURTING

YOU TELL ME I TOUCH YOU THE WRONG WAY
AND YOU TELL ME I'M NOT PRETTY ENOUGH
YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY
TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'LL NEVER BE LOVED

IT HURTS SO BADLY WHEN YOU'RE MEAN TO ME
BUT YOU DO IT ALL THE TIME
IS THIS THE WAY IT WILL ALWAYS BE?
YOU JUST LAUGH WHILE I AM CRYING

WHY DO YOU FEEL THE NEED TO HURT
AND THE NEED TO BREAK ME IN TWO?
MY TEARS FALL UPON THE COLLAR OF MY SHIRT
AND ALL OF IT IS BECAUSE OF YOU

YOU STARE AT ME AND YOUR EYES BURN MY SKIN
AND YOUR VOICE IN MY EAR MAKES ME SHIVER
WHAT YOU DO TO ME COULD BE A SIN
I'M SO SCARED THAT I START TO QUIVER

I'M SCARED OF WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO SAY
AND OF HOW IT WILL MAKE ME FEEL
YOU BROKE MY SPIRIT AND BLEW IT AWAY
AND MY FEARS HAVE NOW BECOME REAL...


 

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