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In Pain Version 3
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Take the sharp blade to my wrist and cut the vain
Cut away the tears and bring me the pain
That sweet grief, the grief that fills my empty heart
I shall carry it with me and let it just tear me apart
So I can feel the pleasure of being ripped to shreds
To feel my blood run as it rushed from my head
My mind is in a daze and my sorrow is all that I see
Control the suffering to get this wretched sight from me
But I cant control the world, for the suffering it brings is not brief
How will I remain sane? I know, by controling my own grief
It's the worlds fault. Kindness, trust and love it stole
Only to give pain in return, so pain I'll control
It's gone! True happiness has fled from this world
Will it come back? Into hell have we been hurled?
What can bring t back? My trust and my laughter?
I dont know, but I dont expect a happily-ever-after
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