The Hurt

A girl back on avenue 
Sitting on the bench
And the guy we passed on 5th
Who was fixing a fence
And the homeless guy begging
For a single smile
And there's me here in this life
Who sees nothing at all

Everyone has seen it
Everyone will face it
Everyone has a reason
Everyone is in a season

My guitar sounds like teardrops
Strumming away
All the sobs of the moment
You pause and you play
Because so many hurt
And so many cry
And that's why I hate to say the word
Goodbye

Are you sitting on the floor
On the far side of your bed
Where nobody can see you
And maybe think that you're dead
Are you wishing there was more
To this life than what you got
And are you dealing with the fights
That your mind has fought? 

No one else can see it
You hold it in
Everyone is wondering 
Is she where we think she is?

My guitar sounds like tear drops
Strumming away
All the sobs of the moment
You pause and you play 
Because so many hurt
And so many cry
And that's why I hate to say the word
Goodbye

Because I don't know what you go through
When I look away
And your eyes of contentment
They always can say
That you're fine and you're feeling
Like you could skip around
But inside I know that 
There's more of those sounds
Of the strumming the strumming
My humming, you're heart
You wanna get better 
But don't know where to start
I know that you got some
Things you're going through so let me sing along
We can write a song
I'm here all day long

And my guitar sounds like tear drops
Strumming away
All the sobs of the moment
You can pause and you can play
Because so many hurt
And so many are crying 
And that's why I can't stand to say goodbye
My guitar sounds like tear drops
I'm strumming away
All the sobs of the moment
You pause and you play
Because so many hurt
And so many cry
And that's why I hate to say the word
And that's why I hate to say the word
Goodbye

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