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The runner who hides

(In may / Maine)

Pain


Pain is love
Love is pain
Pain is the thought of you
The thought of you makes me wanna cry
Pain is hating you
Pain is hating you for everything you’ve done.

Pain is knowing you and everything you stand for
Pain is looking you in the face
Looking you in the face is what makes me hurt

Pain is missing you
I’ve been missing you for all different reasons

Pain is all around us
It’s the pounding in our head
The salt in our tears
pain is wanting to cry, and wanting to die

pain is the headache that never seems to fade away
pain has stolen my every thought
pain has stolen my life
pain is the only thing I can count on.

Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2008
Edited: Saturday, February 09, 2008

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