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My Pain #2
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New Stuff 2010 If my pain could walk
It would be in a wheelchair
If my pain could talk
You would go deaf
I sit in my room,
As the cold metal touches my skin,
As I watch my blood drip,
My tears running down my cheek,
They mix and leave a stain on my floor.
Now ever time I go back to that place,
Where my blood is stained,
I remember all that pain.
