Pain train
I don't know what's worse To cry and let the pain drip down my face Or to accept the curse of pain that is secured in a glass case I waited for the train Alone i stood intent on its arrival It eventually came With a gush of wind promising revival How can I sit in this seat of sorrow And feel no outward rage Am I losing the dream of a bright tomorrow by staying in the shadow of yesterday's stage All aboard the pain train A one-way trip to paradise Be careful not to leave stained the seats made of broken glass and ice I've sat on this monster before I've met this beast in my past only this time, I weep no more I've only stares of nothingness to broadcast I'm back because no other train can manage to carry all my weight
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