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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=79029" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Pleasure Is My Pain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man stands in the doorway like a small child<br>Angry fists<br>She lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow<br>And she stares at the moon<br>He speaks to her all the words shes heard too many times before<br>And pretty soon she just lets his voice fade away<br>And she thinks...<br>This was a gradual steel frost<br>That started with cold feet<br>And ended with numb hearts<br>This was once satisfying sex but now no longer is<br>It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old stone<br>But now its exagerated and waterlogged no longer what these<br>Hands had<br>Intended and still I cry in my sleep<br>He always said I was too sensitive,<br>But I say<br>(chorus)<br>At least I never meant to make him cry.<br>At least I never meant to make him hurt that way<br>Nooo I never meant to make him cry<br>Never meant to make him hurt that way<br>Yes its true, Im too senstive<br>But he takes pleasure in my pain.<br>Yes its true, Im too senstive<br>But he takes pleasure in my pain.<br>And the unheard hours they fly by<br>She goes to the window<br>She puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair<br>Hes already asleep<br>By the time she<br>Goes and lays herself back down.<br>She thinks<br>My god, what am I doing hear? <br>My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes,<br>And I feel if I were to stay one more night here Id die or explode<br>Or worse yet just fade away.<br>There have been days so dark that I felt like august<br>And that I soon too would turn to fall.<br>He always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so much<br>The world could kill me that way.<br>I wonder if hes only half alive or if hes simply always been this<br>Inarticulate,<br>Cause I say<br>And she gets out of bed and looks at her feet as though they<br>Were the wings for her freedom<br>She gets up and goes to the door<br>Its a moment in which anything can happen<br>Instead she gets out some clothing<br>Puts it in a bag and leaves him sleeping<br>While she heads for the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Jewel - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Angry fists
She lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow
And she stares at the moon
He speaks to her all the words shes heard too many times before
And pretty soon she just lets his voice fade aw..."></div>
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