I realize it's not Love that hurts, It's-Its Being Without You. I realize it's not Love that hurts, It's-Its Being Without You.

Instead, I've been thrown thorns, prickly to my nerves. Instead, I've been thrown thorns, prickly to my nerves.

The poem shows that silence hurts. The poem shows that silence hurts.

Do you know it hurts? Do you know it hurts?

What is this awful smell, it hurts my nose, I can't bear it any longer, I go comatose. What is this awful smell, it hurts my nose, I can't bear it any longer, I go ...

Stop it quickly Stop it quickly