Good Hurts and Bad Comforts
Why hold a rose
And risk a thorn
Why speak out
And face their scorn
The good, the bad, the ugly
All leave a scar on us
At first a lesson
Then an injustice
No one knows, none will say
Why we choose to live this way
How good hurts and bad comforts
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