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She plays pain like no one else,
She's an artist,
She plays pain every morning when the sun shines,
She plays pain every night before she goes to bed,
She plays pain,
She practiced...
That's the only thing they taught her to do,
And the audience patiently waits for her next heartbreak masterpiece,
Sustenance when she's drained,
Nourishment when she's broken,
She plays pain,
Cheats at his rigged game,
She plays pain,
And she plays it well,

She paints pain
She's an artist
She knows his face like no one else
She curves, she breaks, she bends the brush
She knew him like the back of her hand
She practiced...
He was the only one she knew how to paint right
And eyes stare in awe at the blood on her canvas
Hands applaud her newest heartbreak masterpiece
Excitement when she's troubled,
Colors when she's grey,
She paints pain,
Draws portraits,
And she paints it well,

She pens pain,
She's an artist,
She knows his words like no one else,
She writes with precision,
Every letter where it's supposed to be,
She practiced...
The only way she knew how,
And the crowd recites her heartbreak masterpiece,
Making her live through it all again
She writes pain,
Like a letter to an old friend who's been too busy to write back
Angry yet considerate,
Hopeful yet collected,
She pens pain,
Creates a masterpiece from her heartbreak,
Memories from her scars,
She writes pain,
And she writes it well.

-(Atlanta S02E06|30:18)
@MenAce7