59 Times The Pain
Bob Mould
The most intense of burning hells
Blasting expectations into smithereens
Never feeling normal, can't accept the truth
Resign myself to hating it, I hate it all
Can't say that I don't like it
Because the words won't come out right
All I feel is bitter, and it won't make it better
59 times the pain, I could never be like you
59 times the pain, I could never be like you
59 times the pain
Never figured out eating 3 meals a day
When the people sit in their broken-down homes
Look at the photos from different eras gone by
Shows the changes, and I hate them all
Don't want to live with myself
Can't live with what goes on
All I see is the humiliation
I wish it was gone