Pain Hasn't Hit Me

Pain Hasn’t Hit Me I’m still the same, day by day Skip the breakfast, wake up late Left the pain at the grave But I’m no longer the same Under your shade I should be brave I might be late Year after year, never near No more anniversary tears Still on my piano Lot of things I still don’t know It’s been so long When I get old Your voice and tone Will I still remember it all? I wish that you’d be here to see Just like you always did Pain hasn’t hit me, pain hasn’t hit me Maybe you’re far away I saw your body, I took the car key Drove you around the city Where to go and where to live? Better days are that I’ve missed But now I’m on my trip You live inside of me, live inside of you, live inside of me I’m still the boy with the toys Michael Bublé and Pink Floyd Still on my piano Lot of things I still don’t know It’s been so long When I get old Your voice and tone Will I still remember it all? I know you’d be proud of me Just like you always were Pain hasn’t hit me, pain hasn’t hit me Maybe you’re far away I saw your body, I took the car key Drove you around the city Where to go and where to live? Better days are that I’ve missed But now I’m on my trip Pain hasn’t hit me, pain hasn’t hit me Maybe you’re far away I saw your body, I took the car key Drove you around the city