Pain is paid

Pain is paid, circle are fresh
Pain is paid, we all are laid.
I see the trend and understand nothing of what it holds.
I wish i knew what better thing I can do to make it truly worth a thing.
Looking around me, i see the troubles that makes for nothing but pain.

Pain is paid and the circle just gets wider.
See what you want and understand what you know not.
Make haste while yet it shines and wait out the difficulties that make for life.
Hold your pain and use it for gain.
Pain is paid and yet we cry and wail.
See me as a first of the many who have nothing to loose.
Hurting has never felt better and living sounds stranger than fiction.

Pain is paid and my life all so tight I fear.
Darling await and awake.
Stumble and tumble,
Rumble and grumble,
the whining makes you see what truly makes for a good life.

Pain is paid and like a circle jerk, it tires you out.
Living is hard and harsh and unfair we complain,
Yet we do anything to stay alive.
We are mostly tired of what we see and pray we come to a conclusive end soon, yet we pray for longevity.
Looking at the reason why I live and breathe, i suddenly see i am of all men PAINFUL

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