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Donít make me happy, I thrive on the pain.
Donít whisper sweet nothings, I wonít tell you again!
I see things more clearly when Iím looking through tears,
When somebody hurts me, itís then that the smoke clears.
Donít you know that pain is good for the soul?
It helps us mere humans reach our life goal.
Donít think that your hugs make me hate you any less,
Now that youíve hurt me, Iím at my best.
Being all that happy never suited me much,
This way I can give my own special touch.
So when you next see me and Iím looking forlorn,
Remember youíve left me in very top form!