My pain, my brain; it's as a illness
My soul is decayed
My thoughts, my senses; it's as a virus
My heart is suffered
My conscience once, against the pain stood
And reacted together with conscious mind
After discovering the truth, that you hurt
In my life hidden under error
Behind that pain, painted cause
Hanging on the history of wall found
Pain in brain transferred transforming
To make a judgment for an end
To get rid of, to deviate a time barrier
My kids of loving hopes, in that pain
Smiling and cry before the leaving
Decision against pain, another pain
To forget forever
To flee from heart
To a dispute of bounds
An uneasy space because of you enjoy my pain
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