February 2012
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Even when I’m right you make me feel wrong
You make me feel weak even when I’m strong
Even when I’m happy you make me feel sad
You make me feel mad even when I’m glad
Even though I’m okay you make me fret
You make me regret even when I accept
Truth be told, I’m better off alone
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You write such pretty words
But life’s no story book.
Love’s an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt
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“I think the most important thing about music is the sense of escape.”
– Thom Yorke
