I drank the poison
You took the pills
It didn’t get us anywhere
We called the help line
To confess our crimes
There wasn’t anybody there
Like the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
Like a traveler in the rain
Like a mother finally letting go
We learn to live with pain
I know why you hurt me
I know why I let you
The more you hurt me
The more I can feel you
It’s strange, so strange
This pain, this pain that I love
The fortune tellers
They forge the future
They never give you the bad news
So I went under cover
I saw your lover
But I’m still here with you
Like the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
Like a traveler in the rain
Like a mother finally letting go
We learn to live with pain
I know why you hurt me
I know why I let you
The more you hurt me
The more I can feel you
It’s strange, so strange
This pain, this pain that I love
That I love
I know why you hurt me
I know why I let you
The more you hurt me
The closer I get to you
It’s strange, so strange
This pain, this pain that I love
That I love
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