Sometimes it's better not knowing.
Hey the grass is always greener.
Some things just aren't worth showing.
Not when you've got an ambiguous demeanor.

I thought: A confirmation will be nice.
Now I think: Uncertainty would suffice.

It's unhealthy how I think so much.
But I could be a stone.
Sometimes that option seems far better
than a mangled heart that needs to be sewn.

I'm a masochist when it comes to love.
I swim in the blood from my dripping heart.
But I never say things I don't mean
and I won't ever start.

Ironically I enjoy this.
At least a little bit.
It's like a puzzle piece, a muse 
in a shadow where nothing else fits.

I thought: This will cause me pain.
Now I think: I love to hate the rain.