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pain
The pain
Oh the pain
It is my remedy
My healer
Pain takes my mind
Off my trouble
Dig my nails into my arm
Grip the blade of my knife
In my soft, exposed palm
Pain of my own
Pain is the one thing
That i have in a forever claim
I own nothing else
You have claim on it all
My room,
My bed,
My freedom,
And my life
The pain is mine
Blood running
From my reopened cut
Might inspire you
To change your ways
But as my scream
Pierces the still air
I suppose not
Oh the pain
It is my remedy
My healer
Pain takes my mind
Off my trouble
Dig my nails into my arm
Grip the blade of my knife
In my soft, exposed palm
Pain of my own
Pain is the one thing
That i have in a forever claim
I own nothing else
You have claim on it all
My room,
My bed,
My freedom,
And my life
The pain is mine
Blood running
From my reopened cut
Might inspire you
To change your ways
But as my scream
Pierces the still air
I suppose not
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