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I make you suffer. I make you cry. I make you wonder why. And I do the same things to myself. We both suffer. We both cry. We both wonder why.

When I talk, I am cruel; when I don't, I am distant. I don't care about you. I don't like your company. But all I want is to make you happy.

I am not who you thought I was. You are not who I thought you were. And everytime we discover it, it hurts.

We suffer alone. We cry alone. We both want to make it better, but we keep on hurting each other.