Oh, how typical it is to ponder why you hurt
Why your heart aches
For the person who shattered it
For the same person who mended it
Who continues to take care of it
Whenever a fragment falls out of place
They gently place it back and make sure you're ok
You thank them with your entire being
But it's getting harder and harder to look at them
They mean well
But as you stare into their kind eyes
You wonder what caused this
You wonder what caused this What happened between us
Could be one simple reason
Or a thousand complex ones
Those are the two questions everyone asks
When reflecting upon their pain
Why And What
So taboo, even
So forgive me
But grant me this one act of selfishness
Why does it hurt?
Why does it hurt?...
Why does it hurt?... What happened between us?
Why does it hurt?... What happened between us?...
But asking these questions won't sate the ache in my heart
But asking these questions won't sate the ache in my heart Nor will stating that it hurts.
So I will do something about it.