8 November 2012
I read the stories they write for you I read the false ones and the real ones too The real ones hurt me more than false ones ever do Cause, God, how my stupid feelings are true
I watch you walk by every day, every week The way your eyes look makes me feel so weak I know it's not natural to be so meek I know you can't find the answers you seek
You can't hear me but I pray for your safety I know what you've been through and I can see The way you change every day, every week You can't see how goddamn hard it is for me
I wish I could tell you this but I'm too far away All I can do is lie in the dark and pray I won't let you go without making them pay But for now I guess there's nothing more I can say.
What Hurts You, Hurts Me • Opuss № I