One in love, One in anger

I wrote a couple of notes. One in love, one in anger. They're lying there dying in the dresser drawer. Lived louder than my voice. Struggled through a stranger. He loved me until I loved you even more. It's a bitter sweet victory. Lovin' someone else who wanted me. Now I can't laugh, can't cry. And I can't run, can't hide. You get used to the pain, and numb to the sting, 'til you can't feel anything.