Please.
Give all your pain to me.
Please.
Give all your pain to me.
You got two left just
flush 'em down
or give 'em both to me, just
tell me that this loss I feel
I'm not feelin' for free, and
please.
Give all your pain to me.
O God,
help me to stop
borrowin' your time,
'cause where we're from
there's not much left
unless
you make it out alive,
but I see
it ain't that easy when you
visit home and find that
Please.
Give all your pain to me.
You ran up to the mountain top but
pain don't give up chase or stop
just 'cause you think you're free,
you **** it in the way
your mama taught you on her knee.
Please.
Give all your pain to me.
I know two folks
who died
the year you
cracked my wrist with
sudden strength, hot fear, you
seized up on my floor
my GOD I cried
so hard
when I found out
what the pills were for.
I made a call for you
and still today
you called to say the
same old ****
Give all your pain to me.
No I ain't mad, how could I be?
I wish I hadn't done it too and
made it out all safe and ****
and what makes me so different?
I sit up high in Boston,
far from home, so far removed
I didn't even know (her name here)
died real quick then
got up slow, I had to hear it
in a booth with you and
now I'm thinkin'
'bout the odds that you die too,
so young like (his name),
still a teen, still
runnin' on the football team
'til everyone in school just
cried 'cause
he weren't comin' back.
And (her name here) with
flowing hair,
she couldn't breathe.
She used to sit right
in the chair
I sat by in our class.
It doesn't matter
'cause you cleaned yourself.
But now we're here.
You promised me and
I believed
that I would never
have to see you
scream like that again, but
please.
Give all your pain to me.
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 10:16 PM UTC
Please.
Give all your pain to me.
Please.
Give all your pain to me.
You got two left just
flush 'em down
or give 'em both to me, just
tell me that this loss I feel
I'm not feelin' for free, and
please.
Give all your pain to me.
O God,
help me to stop
borrowin' your time,
'cause where we're from
there's not much left
unless
you make it out alive,
but I see
it ain't that easy when you
visit home and find that
Please.
Give all your pain to me.
You ran up to the mountain top but
pain don't give up chase or stop
just 'cause you think you're free,
you **** it in the way
your mama taught you on her knee.
Please.
Give all your pain to me.
I know two folks
who died
the year you
cracked my wrist with
sudden strength, hot fear, you
seized up on my floor
my GOD I cried
so hard
when I found out
what the pills were for.
I made a call for you
and still today
you called to say the
same old ****
Give all your pain to me.
No I ain't mad, how could I be?
I wish I hadn't done it too and
made it out all safe and ****
and what makes me so different?
I sit up high in Boston,
far from home, so far removed
I didn't even know (her name here)
died real quick then
got up slow, I had to hear it
in a booth with you and
now I'm thinkin'
'bout the odds that you die too,
so young like (his name),
still a teen, still
runnin' on the football team
'til everyone in school just
cried 'cause
he weren't comin' back.
And (her name here) with
flowing hair,
she couldn't breathe.
She used to sit right
in the chair
I sat by in our class.
It doesn't matter
'cause you cleaned yourself.
But now we're here.
You promised me and
I believed
that I would never
have to see you
scream like that again, but
please.
Give all your pain to me.
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