My whole chest hurts
My eyes tear up when I think
I think that even heaven doesn't understand sorrow
I see the good times and it's all in black and white
Like stills, mirror images
The laughter, the smiles, holding hands, his eyes
I can't move
I wipe the tears from my eyes
Slowly slowly it goes
I would rather be angry at the world
I would rather scream and fight
I would rather drown
Than to sit here and look out on what I have done
with my life
So painful to be here
My eyes tear up when I think
I think that even heaven doesn't understand sorrow
I see the good times and it's all in black and white
Like stills, mirror images
The laughter, the smiles, holding hands, his eyes
I can't move
I wipe the tears from my eyes
Slowly slowly it goes
I would rather be angry at the world
I would rather scream and fight
I would rather drown
Than to sit here and look out on what I have done
with my life
So painful to be here
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