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Oh I need my pain

Don’t it take it away

My sad makes me special

Do you want me to write you another sad song

Would you like that?

Do you want me tell you we’ll never belong

Would you like that?

Cuz the truth is we’re no different than the others

Wearing our sob stories like colors

The truth is we like it, we like it here

We’re better off than we let on I fear

Does it make you sick, the way that we live?

We say we’re over it but we-

Can’t undo the scars

All up and down our hearts

Can’t forget how it felt when it all fell apart

And we talk a big game like we wanna get well

In our prison made of pain

Only fooling ourselves

I want to scream my sick soul alive

I want to look you dead in the eyes

Did you think you were the only one?

The only one?

The only One?

We’re all holding on trying to make sense of

The insanity that we once loved

We’ve cut up our lives trying put down the knife

Trying to pick up the fight

Does it make you sick, the way that we live?

We say we’re over it but we-

Can’t undo the scars

All up and down our hearts

Can’t forget how it felt when it all fell apart

And we talk a big game like we wanna get well

In our prison made of pain

Only fooling ourselves

Oh I need my pain

Don’t it take it away

My sad makes me special

Oh I need my pain

Don’t it take it away

My sad makes me special

Cuz the truth is we’re no different than the others

The truth is we like it, we like it here

We’re better off than we let on I fear

Can’t undo the scars

All up and down our hearts

Can’t forget how it felt when it all fell apart

And we talk a big game like we wanna get well

In our prison made of pain

Only fooling ourselves

Can’t undo the scars

All up and down our hearts

Can’t forget how it felt when it all fell apart

And we talk a big game like we wanna get well

In our prison made of pain

Only fooling ourselves