The Pain Of It

Decaying away It won't go away This feeling I've tried everything The heat's so extreme This feeling I cry as I bleed But the pain won't recede This feeling I can't help myself But you're on my shelf This feeling And you just look at me And turn away from my disease And you won't help a bit And that's all I get sick of it And you don't understand Just one squirt from the can of you May help me