A small smile though the words are sad
She shares the same concept and always has.
They'll leave or you'll leave, what does it matter who goes first?
The years have begun to weigh though
She wishes she had more minds to trouble.

What's the point of existence without something to care for?
Every single time, loss and hurt
Someone to love and make a difference
For a short while at least.

And the pain reminded you
You were at least partially alive
Something that wasn't always so apparent.