Knives stab at my back
Fists soon plan for attack.
Guns with bullets loaded
Got into my life that they decoded.
The firery spit and the icey burn,
hurt me deeply each in turn.
My weak injured body not able to carry on,
Doesn't stop pain, no, it carries on.
The pain refuses to stop 'till my eyes close,
The pain won't stop 'till my breathing slows,
No, pain won't even stop if my blood starts to show.
The pain won't stop 'till i am gone,
For pain only does this thing for fun.
So when i am gone run for cover,
For if pain finds you then you are its new lover...
