Z7 Softens

DEEP-SEATED PAIN

 

Oh, deep-seated pain,

I swear to God I\'ll cry every night from now on,
Left in my own anguish and deep-seated pain.

And though, out of all of it...

Mm...

The points of view I’ve retained.

And now...

The points of view I\'ve gained from the ones I lo—
-Or maybe it\'s loved? —by my beloved.

No...

It can\'t end in the rain.

I know,
I know, I know.

It\'s not good for my soul.

Within me, my soul is my ultimate goal,

And pride be left for the last—

Integrity...

Ah, I wish I held fast...

—But there are so many things I lack.

Oh, deep-seated pain...

When will I get out of bed?

I feel sick...
Sick to the idea...

Yet, groggy in the head.

They say, \"I feel ya.\"

But what is left to feel

When a dead man can feel something more real?

-Dead...

Yet dead, he rises out of bed.

The good Lord takes him

Away from what was said

In deep-seated pain...

Oh, I beg for the night,

For mornings come like lead.

Feeling that deep-seated pain,

I remember the harsh realities down to my heels.

What was said and done hits me right in the feels.

\"And it hurts me...\"

. . .

\"It really does.\"

My words could have never been more direct.

\"Yet...\"

. . .


Oh, it\'s you!


\"Deep-seated pain.\"


You torment me to the depths of the sea—

\"Me in my submarine.\"


Hah! You see the new imagery?


\"I can make you see.\"


Oh, deep-seated pain...

Around and around, in my chair.

If my hair wasn\'t so short, I\'d pull it out—

In deep-seated pain.