Static noise resonates the lonely room 
I can hear words from it. 
Pain, anger and sorrow 

It hurts, save me! 
It hurts, help me! 
It hurts, make it stop! 

Like a dying record. 
Repeating, repeating, repeating. 

No words can explain the sorrow and suffer 
yet, it's beautiful in its way. 

It hurts, I can bear it. 
It hurts, I'm okay. 
It hurts, I'm used to it. 

Like a new record. 
Fake, yet beautifully clear 
No one can ever know.