:: Pain ::
the beautiful pain
of a love in vain
fills my precious soul
keeps my conscience full
think how it began
now I touch your hand
and you pull away
stop these games you play
they pull me apart
these strings on my heart
were placed there by you
whe you loved me too
but those days are gone
though my love lives on
continues alone
call me on the phone
write me a letter
please make it better
my heart screams your name
I’m just not the same