It Doesn't Hurt.
It doesn't hurt,
The puncture of the skin and the soul;
The laughter and the crying beneath it all.
It doesn't hurt,
The wounds and the way my skin burns;
The countless twists and the many turns.
It doesn't hurt,
The words and the way they're said;
But the laughter in me is finally dead.
I'll tell you what hurts;
The thoughts and the fear.
They're killing me slowly for as long as they're here.
The puncture of the skin and the soul;
The laughter and the crying beneath it all.
It doesn't hurt,
The wounds and the way my skin burns;
The countless twists and the many turns.
It doesn't hurt,
The words and the way they're said;
But the laughter in me is finally dead.
I'll tell you what hurts;
The thoughts and the fear.
They're killing me slowly for as long as they're here.