Substitution
I like to substitute pain
In the way the sun
substitutes the rain
And I can't even fucking explain
How much I learned
To love
The pain
I’ve watched the people around me
Die slowly
At least internally
And I’ve seen the damage done
By too much sun
So much damage,
Its burned me
I learned to substitute pain
In the way the sun takes the place of rain
And I can’t begin to explain
How much I like
To love
The pain
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