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.