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He drinks away his problems
His teardrops are filled with his past
He acts like he's ok inside
but I can see through his fake smile
I can see the pain that he holds deep inside.
And I wonder how he can live that way
Not letting people in, never having much to say
He drinks away the pain
And I can see the hurtful memories
swim throughout his tired eyes
But he won't let me in.
Won't let me try and ease the pain
I'm not her.
I could never hurt you the way she had.
But I could never change his mind.
Why do I even try?
I hurt myself by giving him all myself
when he doesn't do it in return.
But it's ok.
I like it that way.
At least you're happy sometimes.