Sometimes the pain is so bad,
I can’t sleep, knowing that I’m here.
Sometimes the pain makes me mad,
I can’t think, my thoughts are unclear.
Sometimes the pain makes me sad,
I can’t move, make sure the drugs are near.
Sometimes the pain is the worse I’ve had,
I can’t breathe, I’m petrified with fear.
Every time the pain comes from you dad,
I can’t live, how can you look in the mirror?