I want to feel the pain you go through,
The night seen by no one but you.
What does it feel like?
A sin or a curse... I accept the worst,
Because I want to feel the pain that made you this worse.
See how the tables have turned now
I am you, and you are me.
With due respect, I hit you again.
How does it feel now, then?
The satisfaction is laced with constant guilt.
The worst is not the pain itself,
But you being you, and me being me.
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