Some people take pleasure in death and pain
There is a reason, their not insain
Love is hard, it shouldn't be that way
not enough people willing to play
They expose their heart to the passers by
They're looked at and laugh at, wish they could die
take it back out and try it again
It doesn't quite feel the same within
A little bit rougher a little dented in
They accept the pain, they found a new friend
So death and pain become part of their life
Now who has the shame and who drew the knife
If you are the one that created such things
Change your life
be much kinder
to all of God's beings