You've Got To Pick a Pocket Or Two

I am the one who sings A song of pain, And find Comfort inside That song I am the one who is calmed by tears Rather than smiles They're so familiar... Taking no note of the Poor results Of sin As a dog returnes to it's vomit A man returns to sin The time has come to realize My destiny And be thrown into A new world of Pain and regret Don't outstrech Your arm in Attempt to confort me How could you understand My addiction to pain? Insanity is something That's normal to me A broken heart Feels better If you smash it to pieces Don't get any bandages To cover the wound How could you Understand My addiction to pain? It is in due time That I die And be at peace Might as well suffer now The little bird Who tried to help His master; Never once was thanked Words become powerless Once self-hate sets in Unless they come from your voice Gently whispered in my ear The time has come To realize My destiny And be thrown Into a new world Of pain and regret Don't outstrech your arm in Attempt to confort me How could you understand? My addiction to pain? Insanity is something That's normal to me A broken heart Feels better If you smash it To pieces Don't get any bandages To cover the wound How could you understand? My addiction to pain? Taking no note Of the poor results Of sin As a dog returnes to it's vomit A man returns to sin The time has come to realize My destiny And be thrown Into a new world Of pain and regret Don't outstrech your arm in Attempt to confort me How could you understand? My addiction to pain? Insanity is something that's normal to me A broken heart feels better If you smash it to pieces Don't get any bandages To cover the wound How could you understand? My addiction to pain?