Everytime I think of you
I remember everything we've been through
I'm sorry I made you cry
And I'm sorry I hurt you,
But I hurt me, too.
I haven't cried completely for this loss,
Because if I continue holding it in
It won't be completely gone.
Pain is better than feeling none.
I can't find anything for my punishment.
I hurt you and I can't find anything that will be my retribution.
Where is my pain?
Masochism is not what I'm looking for.
Where's the kharma?
Is being numb the thing I have to deal with?
Or is it the knowledge that I've hurt you?
Was it my seeing you break down crying in front of me?
Or was it hearing you say the words we both needed to hear?
Was our love doomed from the start?
Or could it be sabotage on my heart?
In the end, I'm so very sorry I broke your heart.
A/N: Just a short 'thing' about pain and stuff. Yup. READ VOTE AND COMMENT! lol
