Pain

you never loved me and you were right
i am too weak
i can't really stand up for you, i can barely stand up for myself
but if we could be together, this weakness would've turned into strength
but again, and again this 'could be' like a thousand stones, presses my chest
different people home and in smokeshops,
in search of reward they want your confession
and pain of this new isolation is worse than even the fear of detention
you sleep again on hospital beds, and i don't know how to make things right
and the pain of this bitter despair chokes me now every night
thin steel of the cold hard needles in little veins,
so cruel but again and again
stop it, i beg you! after all, i want you to be alive and well
you are asking me to keep shut, and disappear for hell knows how long
but when i want to scream and fight, i feel your pain so strongly
   
original--разные люди, 'боль'