I have a feeling, a beautiful pain caught inside my heart,
And never have I found the right way to let it out.
It stays it's course, riding around the many emotions I hide in my heart.

It's a beautiful pain.
Hurts to give away,
hurts to share, nor to borrow.
Leads to unfamiliar places, and begs me to follow.

It festers in my soul, grows beautifully like a red rose.
But it's a black rose, a flower that has a sting.
With sharp thorns to ***** through me, and it's my Beautiful Pain.

And I'm unashamed by it's nature, or it's true name.
A wild plant in the forest of danger, a wild plant that only I can tame.

So I have a Beautiful Pain, so much beauty it hurts me dearly.
And clearly you wouldn't know what it is, for it ain't yours to own or know.

It's my Beautiful Pain all alone, and all on my own.