For a moments pleasure
we endure years of pain
we never regret
we never complain
For the one who gives pain
is our very own
or so we believe
till they prove it otherwise
For our very own
we endure
even the whole worlds pain
‘coz it’s love
for our very own
When that pain nearly kills you
or sucks the life blood out of you
You’ll still endure
for its for our very own
All these while your pains
remains only yours
and a slight concern
to the close ones who know you
While your very own is blissfully ignorant
And the day your very own
comes ups to you
to say “Did I ask you to ?”
You can’t help but ask
“Why did I?”
That’s one question
you’ll never want to face
and even the pain of facing it
you’ll take it with a smile
For its Pleasure and the pain
from our very own…
