Letra de Pretty Thing

This pain I carry round inside me, It is a pretty thing. I guess I couldn't live without it, I couldn't sing. It feeds me breakfast, I eat it fore I go to bed. It's my colored glasses, It's my meat and bread. This pain I carry round inside me, It's like an only child, I'd like to do something to help it, It is so strange and wild. It's all the things I ever wanted That could never be, It's all the loves I ever reached for, But they were far from me. This pain I carry round inside me It's like my own right hand, It's like the sound of my voice crying, It's like my trade mark brand. This pain I carry round inside me, It is a pretty thing, I guess I couldn't live without it, I couldn't sing.