I sometimes tell myself
that I'm not supposed to feel any pain
that it doesn't burn if my hand touches fire
that my face doesn't smart in the freezing rain
It doesn't hurt when I miss the peace
that I didn't realize I had
You don't miss your water til your well
runs dry, and this well is so empty, it's sad
It's not painful to miss those who were near
and dear, and then they had to depart
I shouldn't feel it when love is allusive
and there's a crack in the middle of my heart
My teeth don't grit when I've been kicked in them
I just smile and say, piece of cake
I laugh when the ache wears down to the bone
when nerve endings start to quiver and quake
Yes, it's rip roaring fun
When time has got me on the run
and I can barely walk
But, who am I to talk?
I'm not supposed to feel any pain
So, who am I to complain?
that I'm not supposed to feel any pain
that it doesn't burn if my hand touches fire
that my face doesn't smart in the freezing rain
It doesn't hurt when I miss the peace
that I didn't realize I had
You don't miss your water til your well
runs dry, and this well is so empty, it's sad
It's not painful to miss those who were near
and dear, and then they had to depart
I shouldn't feel it when love is allusive
and there's a crack in the middle of my heart
My teeth don't grit when I've been kicked in them
I just smile and say, piece of cake
I laugh when the ache wears down to the bone
when nerve endings start to quiver and quake
Yes, it's rip roaring fun
When time has got me on the run
and I can barely walk
But, who am I to talk?
I'm not supposed to feel any pain
So, who am I to complain?