DESCRIPTION:
I composed this song as a tribute to chronic pain sufferers.


CHRONIC PAIN BLUES by Frank De Cinque 2011 (G)



Pain, you don’t explain yourself Pain, there’s better things to do,
You just tear lives apart. Than be trapped in your prison cell.
Pain, you don’t explain yourself Pain, there’s better things to do,
You just tear lives apart Than be trapped in your prison cell
Make us fend for ourselves, So much lost money and time,
Treat us like we got no heart. As we struggle, where your axe has fell.

Pain, you are so cruel, Pain, I don’t need no mansion,
You wanna put us into a jar. I have very basic needs.
Pain, you are so cruel, Pain, I don’t need no mansion,
You wanna put us into a jar. I have very basic needs
You leave your thorns in our feet To live in comfort, with no worry,
You're all daggers and darts. My Paradise is to be pain free.

Pain, you’re meant to warn, Pain, you don’t bring round many friends,
But you don’t know when to stop. Too often I suffer alone.
Pain, you’re meant to warn, Pain, you don’t bring round many friends
But you don’t know when to stop. Too often I suffer alone.
You take it way too far, People have their own plans,
Then leave us like a worn out mop. It’s too awkward in a suffering zone

BRIDGE
The Creator meant you for good,
What went wrong is not understood.
They spend billions in space,
When we need research on the human race.

Pain, you’re too much mystery, Close ones look in disbelief,
For those who don’t know you, As they see torment take place.
Pain, you’re too much mystery, Close ones look in disbelief,
For those who don’t know you As they see torment take place.
They question your existence, Being so involved,
They can’t see how you are really true. Also takes toll on the sidelines face.


Pain, you’re a thief, But I’m fighting, fists flying,
You steal abilities too. Got my sanity to protect.
Pain, you’re a thief, But I’m fighting, fists flying,
You steal abilities too. Got my sanity to protect.
We cry out for relief, You are not going to win,
When you sink in the boot. Stop circling me, when I try to swim.