Lyrics Pain - Earl St. Clair

Pain

I don’t think I need any help
I got this all under control
At least that’s just what I tell myself
As an excuse so I can indulge
At the first sight of pain in running, yea
I’m running down to the liquor store
And if I’m really, really, really, really hurt
I might burn through a whole pack of smokes
It’s getting kind of bad
This heart I got I wish I didn’t have
I’d give anything to get my momma back
When she left my whole world was cut in half
I never ever dealt with that pain, pain, pain
Oh and it’s killing me
I gotta deal with the pain, pain, pain
Before it deals with me
My daddy died before I turned 25
But he left me a little money
I’d much rather have my daddy alive
Ohhh, why did God take him from me?
I take a drink in your name every night
But I think it’s more for me, oh yea
And this addiction is so hard to fight
But it gets easier with every drink
(Pour me up)
It’s getting kind of bad (oh)
This heart I got I wish I didn’t have (never did want it)
I’d give anything to get my momma back (oh, I want my momma back)
When she left my whole world was cut in half
I never ever dealt with that pain, pain, pain
Oh and it’s killing me
I gotta deal with the pain, pain, pain
Before it deals with me
Yea, yea, yea
How many of y’all out there lost a loved one?
Let me hear you say yea
Let me hear you say yea, yea, yea
Let me hear you say yea
Let me hear you say yea
And if it really hurts
Then let me hear your say ow, ow, ow
Let me hear you say ow, ow, ow
Let me hear you say ow, ow, ow
Ow, ow, ow
Oh yea
Pain, pain, pain
Oh and it’s killing me
Oh
I gotta deal with the pain, pain, pain
Before it deals with me