i'll bet you don't know pain like I do bruises and aches form a beautiful painting green and purple, cruel and patient and the picture feels like home i'll bet you don't miss pain like I do the stab of something snapped or broken twisted, wasted, lose all hope, and- ah, this feels like home
No, I'm not being abused. I quit gymnastics 4 years ago and it's still weird not to be in pain.