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When There's Pain
what do we think..
what do we feel..
when we're not sure what's real?
why do we seem to.. cry.. sigh.. inside die
and when asked the problem we always .. lie.
they ask us why
the answer stays unknown
we can't help but feel alone
theres no one to listen
no one to understand
no one to help them when they need a hand
on the floor crying
praying to something greater
looking for hope
to be healed sooner or later
i supose we should just leave it up to fate
keep wondering when *they* will appreciate
what more can we do?
what more can we say?
so many reasons to go
and nothing real enough for me to stay
so the more that i know
the sooner I'll go
and hopefully you'll be healed... in time.
