Pain 2
If my soul could tell a tale
Then might you require some ale
To drown out the sorrow
So that you might make thru ‘til tomorrow
For you see the pain within
Is like the guilt of sin
It weighs me down
Makes me feel like I’d rather drown
I want to tear it out
The pain that makes me pout
You call me names
You point at me as if I am to blame
You make me cry
No tears fall from your eyes
You don’t know this pain
I wish it would rain
Rain on my soul
And wash me whole
Take this pain from me
Send it far over the sea
None try to help
Instead you treat me like a whelp
Someone make this pain cease
That I might live in peace
Then might you require some ale
To drown out the sorrow
So that you might make thru ‘til tomorrow
For you see the pain within
Is like the guilt of sin
It weighs me down
Makes me feel like I’d rather drown
I want to tear it out
The pain that makes me pout
You call me names
You point at me as if I am to blame
You make me cry
No tears fall from your eyes
You don’t know this pain
I wish it would rain
Rain on my soul
And wash me whole
Take this pain from me
Send it far over the sea
None try to help
Instead you treat me like a whelp
Someone make this pain cease
That I might live in peace
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