Why do I never seem to forget?
Why am I always filled with regret?
It would seem that mere words could never explain
This perpetual torment of self-induced pain.
My heart seems to feed and thrive on such pain,
While my mind slowly seems to be driven insane.
To love means to lose, an inevitable fact.
To trust means your armor is no longer intact.
As you let down your barriers and tear down your wall,
There is nothing to stop you from taking that fall;
That fall of a broken heart, beyond repair;
That fall of a mind that's consumed with despair.
Such pain and despair must not leave my side.
They're an aspect of love that one cannot hide.
And so I remember each stab and each slice,
As a constant reminder that love comes with a price.