"Trigger"
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You prepare your trash can for the day,
When you decide to throw it all away.
Someday you'll get out, someday you'll love the pain.
The sweaters and jeans hide your guilt,
Behind the face of a loveless quilt.
But somehow you never can let go,
Of the ghosts within the bedroom door.
You love pain more than yourself,
You love the rain more than myself.
What can I do when you're so stubborn?
Kick me away, but keep it on the safety.