This Pain کے بول

I drank the poison, You took the pills, It didnt get us anywhere. We called the help line to confess our crimes, There wasnt anybody there. Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough, Like a traveler in the rain, Like a mother finally letting go, We all learn to live with pain. I know why you hurt me, I know why I let you, The more you hurt me, The more I can feel you. It's strange, so strange, this pain, This pain that I love. The fortune tellers they forge the future, They never give you the bad news, So I went undercover, I saw your lover, But Im still here with you. Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough, Like a traveler in the rain, Like a mother finally letting go, We all learn to live with pain. I know why you hurt me, I know why I let you, The more you hurt me, The more I can feel you. It's strange, so strange, this pain, This pain that I love, that I love. I know why I let you, The more you hurt me, The more I can feel you. It's strange, so strange, this pain, This pain that I love, that I love.