There wasnt anybody there.
Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough,
Like a traveler in the rain,
Like a mother finally letting go,
We all learn to live with pain.
I know why you hurt me,
I know why I let you,
The more you hurt me,
The more I can feel you.
It's strange, so strange, this pain,
This pain that I love.
The fortune tellers they forge the future,
They never give you the bad news,
So I went undercover,
I saw your lover,
But Im still here with you.
Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough,
Like a traveler in the rain,
Like a mother finally letting go,
We all learn to live with pain.
I know why you hurt me,
I know why I let you,
The more you hurt me,
The more I can feel you.
It's strange, so strange, this pain,
This pain that I love, that I love.
I know why I let you,
The more you hurt me,
The more I can feel you.
It's strange, so strange, this pain,
This pain that I love, that I love.
