I'm on the ground with 110 men, beating the life from me. I shake off most of them, to reveal my shattered bones. My stand my decision to, my reasons for it all. I take the way of the others... Straight back to the pain, and all the way back again. Taking me to the pain, and all the way back. Forget about taking though, seeing past, understanding, letting it go, forgiving and forgetting, when we know everything we know and doing nothing about it. We're just puppets with the hand of pain controlling form inside us and it takes us to the pain. Knowing that they hurt us when they take us back around again. Straight back to the pain, and all the way back. Could I put it down on paper for you? Then you're forcing me to suffer you.