Pain.
Some say it's all in the brain.
But for some reason it all comes around again.
On the heart it just leaves a stain.
Sometimes its just hard to explain.
Controlling it is hard to maintain.
Some Lead themselves to ******* and champagne.
While others let themselves go insane.
Pain just drains the brain.
Some find the pain as just a gain.
People just want their own happiness to obtain.
Pain Is like carrying a ball and chain.
Weighing heavy on the soul and brain.
Pain.
Is there really ever anything to gain?
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
Pain.
Some say it's all in the brain.
But for some reason it all comes around again.
On the heart it just leaves a stain.
Sometimes its just hard to explain.
Controlling it is hard to maintain.
Some Lead themselves to ******* and champagne.
While others let themselves go insane.
Pain just drains the brain.
Some find the pain as just a gain.
People just want their own happiness to obtain.
Pain Is like carrying a ball and chain.
Weighing heavy on the soul and brain.
Pain.
Is there really ever anything to gain?
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