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My eyes hurt from the smoke and the tears
My head hurts from the laughs and the beers
I have yet to learn how to enjoy my status
As If I can’t picture an I without the us
Ridiculous
As if alone necessarily meant lonely
As if we desperately needed somebody
Well, maybe
But then again, maybe not
Maybe we’ve been handed the wrong script, the wrong plot
Maybe that’s just where the director wants his actors
Maybe someone, somewhere, made an error
One might just be enough to be whole
Will we dare to rewrite our role?
Being a half shouldn't be our whole goal
Especially if love’s taking its toll
It shouldn’t be, trust me
All it should really do is set you free
So if you feel trapped, in a cage
If your hope got beaten by your rage
I hope, years from now, I won’t find you engaged
For the love you had craved
Might be your loss
And the promises you had made
Might become your very own cross