We Live In Pain

Ohhh… we live in pain… pain… pain… pain…

But why does pain exist in everything

Every time I say the word

It means something different depending on the day

Pain in the body,

Pain in the mind,

Pain from losing something,

Pain from running out of time

But why do we live with it

Why is it built into being alive

Why can something we can’t even see

Change everything we do inside

We spend our whole lives avoiding it,

Still somehow everybody meets it.

Doesn’t matter where you came from,

Who you love, what you own

Eventually everybody speaks its language.

And that got me wondering…

Why do we live in pain… pain… pain… pain

Why is it something every human has to face

Is it teaching us something

Is it nothing but a feeling

That our minds gave a name

Why do we live in pain… pain… pain… pain

Physical, emotional, somewhere in the brain.

We spend our lives trying to escape it,

But maybe the question ain’t how

Maybe the question is why

It exists in the first place

Think about it…

You touch something hot, pain says move.

You lose somebody close, pain remembers who.

You break your heart, pain changes what you do.

Your body gets damaged, pain tells you something isn’t usual

So is pain protection

Is pain information

Is it just the body sending out communication

Then what about the kind

That doesn’t have an explanation

The kind that stays around

Long after whatever caused the situation

Why can a memory hurt

When nothing’s touching you

Why can words from ten years ago

Still feel brand new

Why does the brain replay

Something that already happened

Why can tomorrow create pain

When tomorrow hasn’t happened

That’s strange when you think about it.

We can hurt from what happened,

What’s happening now,

And something that might never happen at all. So maybe pain isn’t one thing.

Maybe that’s why

We never completely understand it.

Why do we live in pain… pain… pain… pain

Why does everybody know it by a different name

One person learns to carry it,

Another tries escaping it,

But neither one can say exactly why it came.

Why do we live in pain… pain… pain… pain

Is it warning Is it memory Is it change

If living means experiencing everything…

Then maybe pain

Was always part of the range.

I remember when I barely thought about it.

When a normal day was simply a normal day. Now I notice how the human body talks, How the mind reacts when something gets taken away.

But I’m not calling pain beautiful.

I’m not calling pain a curse.

I’m just asking why something

Can make life better or worse.

Maybe there ain’t one answer.

Maybe pain is just pain.

A signal

A memory

A consequence

A name

Something every living person understands

Without experiencing it exactly the same.

And maybe that’s the strangest part

We spend our lives asking

How to make it disappear…

Without ever really knowing

Why it had to appear

Pain… pain… pain… pain…

Why do we run from it

Why do we remember it

Why do we learn from it

Why do we live with it

I don’t know

That’s why I’m asking

Why do we live in pain