Get Well II

Oh, i need my pain
don't take it away
My sad makes me special

Do you want to write you another sad song?
Would you like that?
Do you want me to tell you will never be alone?
Would you like that?

The truth is you're no different from the others
Blaming our sob stories like colors
Cause the truth is we like it, we like it here
Where better off than when we let on our fear

We have to make you sick
The way that we live

We say we're over it but
We can't undo the scars
Up and down my arms
Can't forget how it felt when it all fell apart
And we talk a big game like we want to Get Well
In our prision made of pain only fooling ourselves

Oh, i need my pain
don't take it away
My sad makes me special

I want to scream my sick soul alive
I want to look you dead in the eyes
Did you think you were the only one?
The only one?
Will holding on trying to make sense of
The sanity that we once loved
We cut up ouvr lives trying to put down the knife
Trying to pick up the fight, Oh

Trying to make you sick the way that we live
But we can't undo the scars
Up and down my arms
Can't forget how it felt when it all fell apart
And we talk a big game like we want to Get Well
In our prision made of pain only fooling ourselves

Oh, i need my pain
don't take it away
My sad makes me special
Oh, i need my pain
don't take it away
My sad makes me special

Cause the truth is we're no different from the others
The truth is we like it, we like it here
Where better off than when we let on our fear

Can't undo the scars
Up and down my arms
Can't forget how it felt when it all fell apart
And we talk a big game like we want to Get Well
In our prision made of pain only fooling ourselves