THE PAIN WAS HIS OWN

Lyrics by Peter Merz
Music by Matthew C. Brown

Dad would always talk about the good times
But I never saw him cry that I could remember
He loved to joke and jibe
Now we're late with thanks in cold November
With a grief decembered

PRE-CHORUS
Regret wants a mic, and mics wanna scream
Until bitter memories drown out everything
Why couldn't we see his silent sufferin'
See his laughter was a mask, he was cryin' through each laugh

CHORUS
He'd warm us with his stories and his jests and clever quips
But we couldn't see the danger of the hurt that lurked within
Didn't know the laughter was there just so he could hide the pain
The love and the laughter he shared, the pain, the pain was his own
POST-CHORUS
Oooh, who-ooh knew-ooh
Knew-ooh--ooh-who-knew-ooh
The pain was his own

Buried in his grave, a whole lifetime
Of secrets oh, that he never surrendered
Each laugh feels like a knife
But now as we warm ourselves by fiery embers
All we can remember

REPEAT PRE-CHORUS

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REPEAT POST CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

REPEAT CHORUS

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FINAL CHORUS
He'd warm us with his stories and his jests and clever quips
But we couldn't see the danger of the hurt that lurked within
Didnt know the laughter was there just so he could hide the pain
The love and the laughter he shared, the pain, the pain was his own
The pain was his own

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