It hurts when Love has passed us by, it hurts our gentle
souls.
When our hands reach for another’s grasp it hurts to end
up cold.
It hurts to know you love someone and know they’re good
and gone
To lay awake with memories that never last too long.
To know you’ve met the one for you and know they do not
care;
To wish beyond the realms of life that when you awake
they’re there.
To feel your heart leaving your chest, to know each of your
tears
To feel inside your back and front a thousand stabbing
spears.
What hurts the most is wishing you’d never been left
alone
To have a friend you could call who would always pick up the
phone
To have that chunk ripped out your heart, to feel the
missing piece
And every time you take a breath your breathing seems to
cease.
No amount of fake, forced laughs or auto-tuned hoorays
Could make up for the happiness you once felt in his gaze.