...and when my pen hit the paper And try to mould and sculpt and shape her And I try to love it But it still hurts to touch ... I don’t want to be here And it hurts to be here Tonight...
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...and when my pen hit the paper And try to mould and sculpt and shape her And I try to love it But it still hurts to touch ... I don’t want to be here And it hurts to be here Tonight...