The Pain

I wake up to a smoking gun the evidence is in your head there's no proof of guilt or innocence I'm finished with you taking me through a line of questioning that feeds you I must confess I'm here to kill the pain to kill the pain what can I do? how hard I fight no matter how how long I've tried the sword of justice in your hand you cut me down, sharp like a blade you make me want to never trust again I'm finished with you draging me through more lies and deceipt that feeds you I must confess I'm here to kill the pain doesn't matter, if it mattered I would never have tried to save us both from losing our minds doesn't matter if you shatter me now I have to get away the rain comes the rain comes nothing's gonna buy you time the rain comes the rain comes you know it's gonna come