Knowing...

by ((Allison))   Feb 14, 2005


Knowing the pain will never leave is what makes it so bad.

Knowing my life will never get better is what makes it so sad.

Knowing a guy will never love me is what makes me so mad.

Is there really that much wrong with me?

Or is it just in my head?

'Cause I feel the pain, the sadness, and the madness every day.

Are you the one that can make it better?

Or can no one do that but me?!?

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