It hurts, it really hurts
The worse part is that you're never really certain of what it is that hurts
You keep pushing
Keep fighting and trying to survive this epic battle called "life" but what is life
The simple pleasures we encounter
Or the tears we believe we're destined to live with
What is life
The voice of your mother
Or the touch of your lover
You persist though
Because you won't alow life to be another quiter
