Two sides to every coin
But how many to a person?
Where do my emotions separate?
I don't think I am supposed to know.

I told you exactly what I meant.
And you meant exactly what you said.
But does that mean I accept it?
Well...do I?

I do this because I can.
I am my last concern.
But should that be?
If I change, I'll just be selfish again.

Sometimes the storm comes
And you never see it

Sometimes it hurts so much
But there's no evidence
Besides the words
And the feelings
And the images
Burned into your brain
Because you can't imagine
Not telling her
That you love her
Every single chance you get.

But then the lightning strikes
And the thunder cracks
And you're on the ground.
It's not over
But lightning never strikes
The same spot twice.

So one day
You'll be living your life
Minding your own business
And it will hit you
And you will hear the crackle
And it will feel just as bad
If not worse
Than the first time.