Pain Poem by Josh Burnett

Well I sit watching the failing light fade from this lonely window,
And I sit back wishing I could see your face and watch the love unfold,
But it will never be that way because you don’t even know,
Why I can only sit here from a window sill and look out.

How does it feel to be the person to do the hurting?
How does it feel to bring so much pain to a being like me?
When I look at you I can see the real person behind the mask.
You only know how to stab in the back, turn away and laugh.
How does it feel to be the person to do the hurting?
How does it feel to bring so much pain to a being like me?

Well I sit in this lonely home on the couch trying to understand,
But no matter how hard I think I only get hurt so much worse,
And I just can’t comprehend why you like to hurt so much more.
Why do you like to bring so much pain to a human for?

How does it feel to be the person to do the hurting?
How does it feel to bring so much pain to a being like me?
When I look at you I can see the real person behind the mask.
You only know how to stab in the back, turn away and laugh.
How does it feel to be the person to do the hurting?
How does it feel to bring so much pain to a being like me?