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Why so much pain? She asked why all the torture. From my childhood, why all the pain? Why does a serial killer's family walk free? Why doesn't anybody check out my story? Why can't you dig up the yard at 1218 South Cherry St, Centralia, IL, to keep the truth hidden? So medication was always used, so her memory of that truth wouldn't come to light! Now she's a fighter, but I tell you, she's giving up hope, honestly, that the world will ever listen and take her to others who can protect her so she can show you the truth herself. She's positive there are more bodies buried in the yard near the back porch, and maybe, if we're lucky, evidence in the garage and in the yard along the fence in the backyard. What gets her is the man's daughter wrote something below her comment on a media blog, never saying it didn't happen—just asking her how she remembers that. And you still think she's crazy? Okay, maybe a little for believing there are good humans out there in this world like her, but she'll still be asking you why so much pain Why so much pain? She asked why all the torture. From my childhood, why all the pain? Why does a serial killer's family walk free? Why doesn't anybody check out my story? Why can't you dig up the yard at 1218 South Cherry St, Centralia, IL, to keep the truth hidden? So medication was always used, so her memory of that truth wouldn't come to light! Now she's a fighter, but I tell you, she's giving up hope, honestly, that the world will ever listen and take her to others who can protect her so she can show you the truth herself. She's positive there are more bodies buried in the yard near the back porch, and maybe, if we're lucky, evidence in the garage and in the yard along the fence in the backyard. What gets her is the man's daughter wrote something below her comment on a media blog, never saying it didn't happen—just asking her how she remembers that. And you still think she's crazy? Okay, maybe a little for believing there are good humans out there in this world like her, but she'll A lonesome wind whisperin' all the reasons why…Why so much pain? She asked me that tonight,

Stars overhead, but her eyes can't find the light.From my childhood, haunt my sleep,All those secrets in the ground, buried deep. Why does a killer's family walk free, While the ghosts of old memories hold onto me?

I've told my story, but no one checks it twice,Truth stays hidden in a bed of lies.There’s a yard on South Cherry St.,

Where the silence grows thick between the weeds,They keep their fences high, their smiles thin,Prayin' my voice don't cut through the din. Why so much pain? Why so much torture?God knows I’ve tried not to remember,

They medicate my mind, so the truth stays lost,But I can't give up, no matter the cost.Why won't you listen, why can't you see?There’s blood on the hands that set me free.Tell me, world, am I still insane,For asking you all, why so much pain?Now she’s a fighter, but hope slips away,Each time another door slams!