WHY

I stab myself with knifes
and cut myself with razors
So that I can cry and complain
Because I love the pain
All those who have loved me
I found a way to make them leave me
So that I can cry and complain
Because I love the pain
I won't get what I want
What I have I don't need
So that I can cry and complain
Because I love the pain
Oh babe you know that I love you
It hurts me to see your way
But I can't help you
I fly away and hope
I can forget you

By: Roger Harkness

 
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