Lyrics
Living with the image of myself
Never asking anyone for help
I thought it easier to try
On getting drunk and gettin high
Pictures of the past I can't recall
Staring at the photos on the wall
I found out I found myself too late
Not enough give and too much take
Smoking, cigarettes in a hurricane
Lighting, fires in the pouring rain
Trying, to stop a freight train
Oh but she's my kind of pain
She's my kind of pain
I never got her point of view
But then again she hated mine too
It would do me right to be wrong sometimes
But feeling guilt just ain't my style
Smoking, cigarettes in a hurricane
Lighting, fires in the pouring rain
Trying, to stop a freight train
Oh but she's my kind of pain
She's so much trouble they call her misguided
She don't build fires she just lights em
It ain't always blue skies but I sure like a little rain
Smoking, cigarettes in a hurricane
Lighting, fires in the pouring rain
Trying, to stop a freight train
Oh but she's my kind of pain
She's my kind of pain
She's my kind of pain
She's my kind of pain
She's my kind of pain... that's right