It appears it's me again.
Who is the outlet of your pain.
I take everything you throw.
And I will never ever go.
The words you use, they hurt like hell.
And penetrate every cell.
They smash straight through every defence.
I ever built, that's why I'm tense.
You cut me up, and brake me down.
But always I will stick around.
Be there for you through thick and thin.
Even when you kick me in.
That's why I used to stay so cold.
It's easier than to fold.
And open up your heart to pain.
And let the tears fall just like rain.
But like I've said, I'm always there.
To hold you up, because I care.
-Harry
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