What do they think Those who live for pain That pain can bring us to life Or that it can tear us down Well it does both if you will it to: Just it’s never fair, no, nothing about pain is fair. Now listen, this is a story about a kind of pain Pain always has a story Whether it's mirthful or full of peril There’s always a story to follow pain. Time has run out, can’t stop the screaming The screams of pain In our heads or out of our mouths The pain Pain of heart, pain of soul Kinds of pain felt for others in pain You watch as their heart tears - Should you comfort them? Do they need it right now? - Why does this pain still have to hurt? But still enough to make you inherently numb To everything else; Nothing will be the same. Since the pain; this pain. This pain might never, ever go away. Not ever; not fully. It hurts It burns It breaks But maybe just maybe It could go away someday Bit by bit, bit by bit; a little less, a little less; Bit by bit a little less numb. Watching the pain The pain that works fast and slow To break away at their hearts The heart that lost The bleeding weeping hearts; in pain This pain Don’t let them be gone. They are really gone. Now all that we can do is wait. Wait with the pain, Not to remember the numb Try to not show this pain. This kind of numb We are slowly breaking, now that they’re gone. We are the broken pain left behind. Quick, sudden, unexpected. That's the kind of pain. Quick, sudden, unexpected. The kind of pain it is. That’s what it is to bury a friend It is pain—but right now; now it’s different A different kind of pain. With ripped hearts and numb thoughts We are in pain In pain we hold together We have to hold each other together. Now bit by bit Bit by bit the numb fades Fades away with every passing day There’s a path to this kind of pain. First the shock comes With disbelief and a crack in our hearts Next the tears, cause now you know it's true, Even if you don’t want it to be. The pain Numb but not. The numb comes later Now after tears it’s guilt The perforating of our torn hearts, With salt in the wound. The guilt will bring on the numb, But not yet. Next comes the sobs Sobs of guilt, tears of pain But guilt is a different kind of pain. It’s what brings the sobs There’s nothing we could’ve done. They’re gone We’re not We keep going, while they’re now frozen. Gone. But not forgotten Because pain Pain This pain Is the hardest to forget You will be remembered. This is the story of pain The pain that comes with burying a friend Not our fault, nothing we can do now They are gone But the pain still lingers And so it will stay always here never really truly gone Just like them Forever Remembered. Just with a little pain.