Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
And each letter written wastes your hand.
She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she says,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?
Come kiss my face goodbye,
Cause I'm faint
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