| A man stands in the doorway like a small child, angry fists
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| She lies in her bed, her head buried in her pillow, she stares at the moon
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| He speaks to her, all the words she’s heard too many times before
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| And pretty soon she just lets his voice fade away
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| She thinks this was a gradual steel frost that started with cold feet
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| And ended with numb hearts
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| It was once satisfying sex, but now no longer is
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| It was once filled with all the possibilities of new China or old stone
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| But now it’s exaggerated and water-logged
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| No longer what these hands had intended and still I cry in my sleep
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| He always said I was too sensitive
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| But I say, least I never meant to make him cry
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| Least I never meant to make him hurt that way
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| No, I never meant to make him cry
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| I never meant to make him hurt that way
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| Yes it’s true, I’m too sensitive but
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| He takes pleasure in my pain
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| Yes it’s true, I’m too sensitive but
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| He takes pleasure in my pain
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| And the unheard hours they fly by, she goes to the window
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| Puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair
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| He’s already asleep by the time she goes to lay back down
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| She thinks, my God, what am I doing here
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| My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his grey eyes
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| And I feel that if I were to stay one more night here I’d die
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| Or explode, or worse yet, just fade away
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| And there’ve been days so dark when I felt like August
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| And that I soon too would have to turn to Fall
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| He always said I was too sensitive
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| If I dared to care so much, the world could kill me that way
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| I wonder if he’s only half alive or if he simply has always lacked such subtlety
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| But I say, at least I ever meant to make him cry
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| At least I never meant to make him hurt this way
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| No, I never meant to make him cry
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| I never meant to make him hurt this way
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| Yes it’s true, I’m too sensitive but
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| He takes pleasure from my pain
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| She gets out of bed and looks at her feet as though
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| They were the wings for her freedom
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| She gets up and goes to the drawer
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| It’s a moment in which anything can happen
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| As she gets out some clothing, puts them in a bag
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| And leaves him sleeping while she heads for the door
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| Gone
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| Gone |