I'll Always be in Love with the Pain. . .
I feel your pain from a million miles away,
Taste your tears running fresh down your cheeks.
I know your pain, even if I have yet to go through it,
I sense that something isn't right.
You used me. I know.
I really don't care.
I'll cry your tears with you.
Take away all the pain.
I'll kiss you while nature brings on its rain.
So kiss me; it's raining.
Raining as hard as ever.
Razor sharp hail beats down upon you.
And guess what my lover,
I'll shield you from that.
I'll cover you with my body,
So my darling, just lye down,
I'll take you in my arms.
Let the razorous hail beat on me instead.
Cause I don't want to let it touch you.
No, I won't let it touch you, touch you.
Then, once it stops,
Once this all goes away,
You can go back to the way we once were;
Beat me, rape me, hurt me, scream! . . .
And it will never ever beat the fact,
That I'll always love this all the same,
No, I don't love you,
I love how you torment,
I love the wicked things that you do.
So my darling, go ahead,
And torment me, and hurt me,
Ignore me, and never tell me a thing,
I promise I'll always feel this way.
I promise I'll always be in love with the pain.
Always be in love with the pain.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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