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You, the expert in sincerity,
who wastes words without fear.
Though you hurt me with your wickedness,
I like the way you hurt me, sir.
Your razor-sharp words
make me bleed and ache without ceasing.
But then, with your smile so pleasing,
He heals my soul, what a way to heal.
It's funny how his beautiful wound
makes me feel a strange pleasure.
Although I know that his intention is not so blessed,
it's his way of loving, what can I do.
What can you do -- RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
Be not his love, nor yet his wife!
For yet today, he hurts with WORDS
And to the mind, those cut like SWORDS
Death can yet come by thousand cuts --
He'll break your soul -- no if or buts!
What can you do -- RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
Be not his love, nor yet his wife!