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Somehow i work around being hurt,

off the fryer to the fire, two years past burnt,

if there is a girl on this planet Earth,

that could be worth bells in a church,

good luck proving just how "down",

you are when just hanging around,

down to the depths where fish drown,

where the pain is there, but there is no sound,

that's the way i wish i could,

maybe then i'd be set for good,

find a way i could without trying to attract em,

i pick up my guitar and dream of going platinum,

while the chords strum together, deep back i'm still hopin,

that you never meant to leave, be sorry or be jokin,

could it mean once i'm over you there will be a time,

when i would be able to spot out all signs.