Hole

It's a real pain.
It's a real pain to feel like you'll never make it.
It's a real pain to wonder how you'll find peace of mind
when the whole world wants to wrench it away.
That's a real pain.

It's terrible to worry every day,
to feel like the world is closing in
and your mind has turned against you.
There's nothing worse than being so sure it's too late,
and that all the world has passed you by.

It's as if you've fallen into a dark hole,
and outside of the hole sits a man, smiling down
and saying, "That's not a real hole.
You're just faking it."
Because he thinks you're just faking it.

And it's no good explaining it to him.
He's made up his mind already.
If you're stuck in a hole you decided to be there,
no matter what the circumstances,
no matter what the challenges.

He acts like it's so easy,
I mean, he could never understand what it's like.
The idiot probably thinks you're an idiot.
He probably thinks you just don't get it.
He probably thinks he's helping.

He doesn't know the answers.
He's never felt pain.
He doesn't know what you need.
He doesn't know what it's like.
He doesn't really care.

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