Trouble With Pain

The trouble with pain
Is when, is when it goes
It goes
It makes you forget
The hands, the hearts it knows

And we do without
When we're all on top
We do without
When the quiet stops

The trouble with pain
Is that it's never, it's never enough
To whisper that's gained
Is something better, something better again

'Cause no one wants to know you
When you're crashing down
And no one wants to be there
To pick you off the ground

There's no one