Pain and discomfort is all in my life
But I never go down without great strife
Even as painful as the tip of a knife.
Night and day, on each side of a sword
Selling my soul to pain, is hardly an accord
Pain makes me stiff, like a cold hard board.
Cannot lament for the loss of emotions
I look Pain in the eyes with a hateful notion
For there is no cure for this, not even a potion.
How can life treat me this way?
It's a torture living from day to day
But something inside compels me to stay.
With Pain I am hopelessly bound
Without it, I am lost and never found
Cold to the touch on the unforgiving ground.
I have signed a never-ending contract with pain
I am forced to live and breathe in it, even to my disdain
But no, can I never leave this commitment of vile fain.
