It hurts and it burns
This is the last time i’m sitting next to you;
But i don’t know that cause i’ve been silencing myself
And you’ve been punishing me the way you used to hate.
I’m not good at goodbyes, i’ve never been - ironically -
Cause i can’t count the times i had to separate myself from the things i love most
I wish we had more time to mend the love we lost
But sitting here next to you, without knowing is the last time,
brings me a strange comfort i know i’ll never have with anyone;
even though we’ve taken turns leaving
i’ll love you forever, but still like an infinite cycle
it hurts,
it burns,
it hurts,
and IT BURNS
.