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.