This Pain
I drank the poison You took the pills It didn’t get us anywhere We called the help line To confess our crimes There wasn’t anybody there
Like the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh Like a traveler in the rain Like a mother finally letting go We learn to live with pain
I know why you hurt me I know why I let you The more you hurt me The more I can feel you It’s strange, so strange This pain, this pain that I love
The fortune tellers They forge the future They never give you the bad news So I went under cover I saw your lover But I’m still here with you
Like the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh Like a traveler in the rain Like a mother finally letting go We learn to live with pain
I know why you hurt me I know why I let you The more you hurt me The more I can feel you It’s strange, so strange This pain, this pain that I love That I love
I know why you hurt me I know why I let you The more you hurt me The closer I get to you It’s strange, so strange
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