When you've been hurt for the umpteenth times
It kinda grows on you
No matter how sad you feel
Those tears just wouldn't fall
No matter how angry you feel
Those screams just wouldn't be heard
All those hurt blurred my memory
That i stopped and think
Where have all those glossy moments disappeared to
Does it make you feel good when you see me so beaten up by your words/actions
Does it give you a sense of satisfaction
Why wouldn't you just stop and think before you do or say
Wouldn't that have saved us from this long-winded misery?
Wouldn't it?
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