Pain, the Essence of Forggotten Desire

Pain,

a simple kind of game.

From what you want,

and what you don't have.

 

You create it.

Why do you deny it?

With life these days,

you can't get by it.

 

Shed the blood,

everyone knows

that if you keep that up

your anger only grows.

 

You did this.

Its your very own fault.

I can't take this!

Its not my fault.

 

You made a mistake,

you fell on your own.

You tried to fool me,

like I never would have known.

 

Hidden, forgotten.

Theres just no stoppin'

you never will learn.

The things you do,

come back and burn.

 

Your not prfect,

your very far from it.

Djs check the mic

and the drummers start drummin'.

 

Pain,

a simple kind of game.

From what you want

and what you don't have.

They all start agreeing with me

just like that.

 

Just like the water cures the death of the fire,

your pain is the essence of forggotten desire.

 

 

Reviews

[Calypso]

well written.

[Michael Davis]

I like it as it's very clear and concise, good job.