Dear Mr Pain
Dear Mr. Pain,
You hit me like a freight train
Most of October
I was not sober
First you ripped him away,
and then put my heart on full display
After a cold rainy week I thought we were through
Hoping you would find someone new
You gave me quite a scare
So much so I could not bare
You twisted that knife in my heart
Until it all fell apart
Spent my nights crying into a pillow
Wailing like a weeping willow
Wanting to give up
I raised up my cup
And gave a long toast to you
Hoping we were finally through,
But I know now
You'll always be with me somehow
Now I'm forced to put up my shield
So I'll be protected like a force field
Becuase dear Mr. Pain
You hit me like a frieght train
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