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

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