There is no worse pain
Your’s is not bigger than mine
One’s hurt is largest to them
No agony is benign
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My torment is a habit
I am certain so is yours
The familiar heat it gives
Burning through our cores
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My past is such a burden
Yours mustn’t be light
Don’t hide it from me
You needn’t be polite
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My scars scream the truth
Yours shouldn’t lie
Let your heart be teary
And I’ll let mine cry
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There is not better hurt
There’s no more or less
All heartaches are alike
This I must confess