I drank the poison,   You took the pills,   It didnt get us anywhere.   We called the help line to confess our crimes,   There wasnt anybody there.      Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough,   Like a traveler in the rain,   Like a mother finally letting go,   We all learn to live with pain.      I know why you hurt me,   I know why I let you,   The more you hurt me,   The more I can feel you.   It's strange, so strange, this pain,    This pain that I love.      The fortune tellers they forge the future,   They never give you the bad news,   So I went undercover,   I saw your lover,   But Im still here with you.      Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough,   Like a traveler in the rain,   Like a mother finally letting go,   We all learn to live with pain.      I know why you hurt me,   I know why I let you,   The more you hurt me,   The more I can feel you.   It's strange, so strange, this pain,    This pain that I love, that I love.      I know why I let you,   The more you hurt me,   The more I can feel you.   It's strange, so strange, this pain,    This pain that I love, that I love.