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Jul 2
I have nothing to express
But the pain that’s inside
But what the doctor prescribed
Doesn’t keep me alive
It’s funny how my health just leaves me
Like a broken heart
Torn apart
Burnt bridges in hell
I’m there, can’t you tell
But I’m wishing you well
Wishing well, how short fate fell
Not a story I tell
Just a pain you can sell
Written by
George Greenbaum  27/M/los Angeles, Ca
(27/M/los Angeles, Ca)   
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