The broken-hearted, stand in the soup lines quietly

Not speaking, barely breathing, they inch up so politely

They reach out their hard hands, yearning for a piece of bread

The plates bang, porcelain, there's nothing, they walk away unfed

And I know how you feel, this can't be real

And it hurts, and it hurts, my God it hurts so bad

The cold streets, underneath, their feet do not forgive at all

The traffic speeds by them, the night bird sings its hollow call

And the restaurants are filled with lost souls trying to light a spark

Meaningless conversations billow like smoke out of a bar

And I know how you feel, this can't be real

And it hurts, and it hurts, my God it hurts so bad

People walk by, not noticing you, starving, frozen to the core

And you're right there, in front of their face

And as you're standing, with your shadow like you always do

You feel like an astronaut, they forgot in outer space

Forgot in outer space

And it hurts, and it hurts, don't you know that it hurts

And it hurts, my God it hurts so bad

And it hurts, my God it hurts so bad