what is it for?

what is it for?
when the guilt sitting next to the pain
what is it for?
when you think that it's all on your hand
you just found an oasis in a desert
then you realize, that it's empty..blank

honestly, i perfectly understand
the whole tales of drama that i have been playing on
it was beautiful, i ain't no faking it, it flows somehow

then comes the black clouds
sorrow, pain, and loneliness...again
whether it would come once, twice or more
i know i would just have to deal with that even more

accusing to have a vendetta
eye for an eye, heart for a heart
you just trying to cover it up
put a shell in your heart

what funny is, i never expected the same
changes..i need some changes
i will take the pain again, walk away and smile
and uttered, that it's just another experienced to be learned

even though i thought i've had enough of it
but then, it's not enough..
dry up...dry up...
you know the question "what is it for?"
somehow you understand the answer "just to feel the pain, again" as simple as that..