Where does it go?
This call for perfection,
The cry for rain,
Sweating in the summer heat,
Where does this pain go?
Stabbed by the companion,
Betrayed by every other,
When you leave me alone,
I feel it all,
And with you in my arms,
Where does this pain go?
Tick tock, time goes by.
And this gets washed away,
With every tear in your arms,
Drying on your cheeks,
Leaving kisses by your lips,
Shivering until they grow numb,
So you've done it again,
And I smile in vain,
Watching you play with my pain.
Muster it away, pull me together.
When you're here,
This pain goes away.
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