His Pleasure Is My Pain by Jewel
A man stands in the doorway like a small child
angry fists
she lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow
and she stares at the moon
he speaks to her all the words shes heard too many times before
and pretty soon she just let's his voice fade away
and she thinks...
This was a gradual steel frost
that started with cold feet
and ended with numb hearts
This was once satisfying sex but now no longer is
It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old stone
but now it's exagerated and waterlogged no longer what these
hands had
intended and still I cry in my sleep
He always said I was too sensitive,
but I say
(chorus)
at least I never meant to make him cry.
At least I never meant to make him hurt that way
Nooo I never meant to make him cry
Never meant to make him hurt that way
Yes it's true, I'm too senstive
but he takes pleasure in my pain.
Yes it's true, I'm too senstive
but he takes pleasure in my pain.
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