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Pain is all I feel in my life, For example, like being cut with a knife. Since I was born, Pain is all that’s come to me. I don’t understand, So I ask just one question, Lord Why Me? I’ve been hurt in many ways, And no one cares they just want to get paid. Why does money have to cause so much pain? So much pain, that I cry more than it rains. Pain is what my heart is mostly full of, Cause no one cares, but the man above.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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