This Pain

I drank the poison,

You took the pills,

It didn't get us anywhere.

We called the help line to confess our crimes,

There wasn't anybody there.

Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough,

Like a traveler in the rain,

Like a mother finally letting go,

We all learn to live with pain.

I know why you hurt me,

I know why I let you,

The more you hurt me,

The more I can feel you.

It's strange, so strange, this pain,

This pain that I love.

The fortune tellers they forge the future,

They never give you the bad news,

So I went undercover,

I saw your lover,

But Im still here with you.

Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough,

Like a traveler in the rain,

Like a mother finally letting go,

We all learn to live with pain.

I know why you hurt me,

I know why I let you,

The more you hurt me,

The more I can feel you.

It's strange, so strange, this pain,

This pain that I love, that I love.

I know why I let you,

The more you hurt me,

The more I can feel you.

It's strange, so strange, this pain,

This pain that I love, that I love.