Missing you is like putting a gun to your head to finally end it all
but only to find out the bullets have been taken out
when you try to pull the trigger
And that's when the hole in my chest gets bigger
But loving you, oh
loving you was a benediction
almost as severe as an addiction
And hating you, well,
that never quite worked out
I could never muster up enough disdain,
even through all the pain
But loving you, oh
loving you was like getting caught in the rain
only to splash in the puddles
And missing you is like
picking a rose only to get pricked by its thorn
But loving you, oh
loving you is like knowing you shouldn't walk barefoot on broken glass,
but doing it anyways.