I will never find someone
Who knows just what to do
With all the chaos in my soul
And the spots my soul is bruised
I'm made of too much damage
Things I never will escape
I've learned to just stop looking
I'm better off this way
There's angels in the outfield
There's demons in the dark
And I've survived enough to know
That both will break your heart
Sometimes the lonely kills me
But that doesn't change the truth
It's far better to be lonely
Than to get another bruise.
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