It kind of hurts when I think of it
though its past memories buried
or is it really done?
The crying doesn't help ease the pain
it adds to the loneliness of the hour
and the insecurity of the situation
There's a pile of mess and
it doesn't make sense, should I try to
clean it up or leave it
A part of me fell lose the day
we parted and I got on a plane
but there was no turning back
and no hope for what come may
Something so good could be so bad
Something so sweet could be so bitter
Something so real could be such a joke
It's a complicated mess of
insolvable equations of love and
emotions and theories on life
I know I would give to be in a
tight embrace, with the warmth
of security and a hope for tomorrow
