Pain Of Heart

Past lives couldn't ever come between us Sometimes the dreamer finally wake up Don't wake me up, I'm not dreamin' Don't wake me up, I'm not dreamin' Yeah Welcome back to my life Say hello to all these fake emotions Hiding under a broken disguise If you see me smiling just ignore that 'Cause I know that I'm dying inside I'm broken again and this time Love, friends and pills won't take away all this pain All I've been trying to do is survive this wave A wave full heart attacks and emotions Loving this girl was a fucking mistake My life was already a mess Thanks to her for throwing everything away Wasted the energy I had with her Beautiful times that I'll never regret All the flirts and goodnight messages Are stuck in my heart and my head But it just hurts me to see her go away Shit, it kills me to see her so happy with all of her friends When I can barely enjoy 5 minutes without think of her I'm always at home trying to overcome All these demons inside of my head That's something she'll never understand I'm broken and depressed And I know she happy without me Man, I swear to god If I could just rewind time And fix all the mistakes I made I Promise my life would be straight But never again, never again on trusting a girl with my heart This shit fucking killed me mentally and emotionally broke me apart So never again, never again on trusting a girl with my heart Why does it always have to be The nicest people that get hurt the most Why? just why?

House Of Pain Anthem I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now you see my cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen The House Of Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only roll my spliffs With the extra easy whiters Papers to vapors Is what you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace the crew But only if it's mickeys I never wear no dickeys Only wear the Levi's My whole family cries