Love is Pain
you used to call me beautiful
you used to say that you loved me
i really believed you....
and eventually i learned to love you too
you were my first love
and i treated you like it
i gave you everything i ever could
we'd talk every minute of everyday
we'd stay up until three in the morning laughing
just wanting to hear eachother's voices
at least that is what i thought because here i am
it's 3 a.m. and my eyes are full of tears
everybody said that time would heal the heartbreak, but it doesn't seem to leave me
it's been a month since you've spoken to me
you left with no explanation
i don't know what to do anymore
sometimes i think i'm getting better
but when it's dark and when i'm alone i always seem to think of you
maybe...
maybe i'm just getting used to th pain
maybe you'll never go away
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