Pain, for the second time in my life
Pain, Stronger Then a Pierce of a knife
Not the pain of love the pain of Anger
The Feeling that you can do anything to make it better

But, I don't know if that pain is Just
'Cause, what do I have to do but what I must?
It's like something's telling me I have to be sad
But I don't agree and it's making me mad

And now anything I see Connects to the pain
The feeling is holding me so I complain
And I can't even cry and let it all out
Maybe because sometimes I forget what the pain is about