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I see him smiling and laughing.
At me.
"You don't have any pain
I can see
I can tell
My senses never failed me."
These words he drills into my head.
Could the pain inside me not be really real
Can he really look inside me and tell me how I feel?
Is this pain i'm feeling all made up and false
Is my life full of wicked memories
and tearstained pillows
Just a nightmare i never really lived?
How can he know it all?
"Poverty is the only REAL pain" he says
I never went a day without food in my belly
but I'll tell you stories about years gone by
that broke my heart
And all without a hand to hold.
I've always wanted a friend who will listen to (and believe) it all
He MUST know more than me
This pain i feel inside my heart
It must be make-believe.
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