It hurts to be one who causes problems
For others' lives, their perfect little bubbles
Ripped open by my imperfections
Building up this road of troubles
It hurts to find their eyes open wide
Lips tight and face angry
Tearing into what I thought was pride
Or just emptiness maybe
It hurts to live as if I'm dead
Nothing to give and nothing to prove
Limp body on contorted head
Complacency won't let me move
It hurts to continue on like this
As if we don't know the beautiful song
A melody of hope, even love in this midst
That we have been singing all along.
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