why do we get so sad
over the people
we can't have as if we have lost them?

This, I will never understand.
We love these people with every part
of our heart,
and then suddenly realize, They are not ours
to love. They cannot love us back.

And when we finally convince ourselves
to stop loving them, our bodies ache
from the absence of that feeling we once
had as if we are going through withdrawal.

Except the effects are backwards.
Instead of each time we are infused
with the drug creating a weaker high,
it becomes stronger than the last.

Or maybe it's even more complicated than that,
maybe love isn't the drug.
Maybe you're the drug.

Because I can't think of anything more complicated
and intoxicating
than loving you.

There's no hope in a mountain of regret
         Yet,
             we keep on climbing
    And piling it higher
                and higher
     Hoping to reach the top
                Knowing all we'll see
    Is the smoke floating
           from bridges we've burned
     And a  t r  a   i   l
                  of mistakes
   Leading to the lessons
             we thought we learned
     But regret has a funny way of sneaking up on you
            Thinking you're in the clear
     Making a run for it
Then smashing right into
       that MOUNTAIN you built out of fear
    Looking back is easier than looking ahead
           Cause there's nothing left to fear
            If you're *already dead...