Pain


Whats the deal with all my pain.
Pain that strains, strains all my pain.
I just can't explain.
Explain is a pain when you can't obtain, obtain my pain, my pain is so insane.
Insane you can't fray, I'd rather my hair turn gray than obtain all the pain I have to strain in just a mid-day.
I'd live to see the day, the day my pain is no longer an everyday thing.

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