The pain can remind us of our past.
Is pain a memory, is pain a friend?
Is this pain real, is it just pretend?
Is it a hurt I've lost, or a hurt yet found?
Is it just inside, or all around?
Is it a game, that I've already lost?
Is it the price I pay instead, is it the cost?
Is it a reminder of what not to do and why?
Is it the voice that tells me I shouldn't try?
Is it to hinder or to lend a helping hand?
Is it the reason why my heart won't mend?