Taste The Pain

Red Hot Chili Peppers

flat on my back
in a lonely sprawl
i stare at the ceiling
because i can not fall
asleep tonight
no not at all
head lights flash
across my bedroom wall
crying eyes open
because i can not fall
in love with you
no not at all
walk away and taste the pain
come again some other day
aren't you glad you weren't afraid
funny how the price gets paid
busted in two
like a brittle stick
i can not drink
because my throat constricts
lovesick from you
that will never do
open my mouth
i couldn't make a sound
i could not scream
i could not shout
it out to you
nothing to do
walk away and taste the pain
come again some other day
aren't you glad you weren't afraid
funny how the price gets paid
this may come as a shocking surprise
I have to take a walk
I have to kiss it goodbye
goodbye my love
goodbye my love
I am not alive
walk away and taste the pain
come again some other day
aren't you glad you weren't afraid
funny how the price gets paid

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