My pain often makes a messI pay a price everytime its spentTears erupt in cars, trains and even planesI wheeze and try to hide away my faceMy pain often makes a messAs words become woesAnd i tie my tongue in ropesPeople shoot arrows in scoulsBut Pain never takes the high roadAs fake smiles stretch into thin linesAnd my eyes refuse to bent into crescent moonsMy pain always makes a messWhen pati...