It's all coming back to me

Its all coming back to me
The way it was before
This pain is so intense
You can't feel it anymore

It becomes your second nature
It becomes a part of life
There no longer seem to exist
The meaning of suffering and strife

You know that they use you
You suffer each night and day
For the shoulder you always needed
The price you agreed to pay

It tears you from the inside
It cuts you down and deep
Buried under heaps of sorrow
You're denied of a peaceful sleep

Life's full of wasted old feelings
Put into prose and verse
But when the doomsday comes
Please get me a new hearse.