Pain Has a Voice

I'll wake you up before the sun, I'm the first word on your

tongue. I've got fingerprints on your coffee cup, I live in

your "I'm fine, what's up?" I make your shoulders draw a map

of every time you try to clap. I teach you flinching like a

trade, I am the price you never paid. Pain has a

voice and it sounds like truth, it tells you you're worthless, it steals your

youth. It talks in jolts and it sings in knives, it says,

"This is you now," and you believe it sometimes. Pain has a voice,