Today, I feel no pain
Today, I feel better
Today, it’s still the same
We drank coke and called it coffee,
pretended to be sisters and wrote eachother letters
though I lived just down the street.
I miss it, I miss it all.
Today, I feel no pain
Today, I feel better
Today, it’s still the same
like there’s a hundred knives in my chest
and I can’t find a reason, I can’t find a cure
I’m damned for good, I’m sure
But no...somehow it goes away.
I miss it, I miss it all.
Today, I feel no pain
Today, I feel better
Today, it’s still the same
Today, I feel no pain
Today, I feel better
Today, it’s still the same

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