We hurt each other
Like no one ever has.
To say we care
There's no reason
It'll only pass.

All we do is use each other
So that we do not feel so alone.
We can lie and call it love.
But we would only be hurting each other more
And it's already too rough.

We yell
We fight
We pull punches
Sometimes all night.
At the best of times
It hardly seems worth it
But it's better then the truth:
We can never quit.

I think in some sick sense
What we have can be considered real.
Real sick
And That was never apart of the deal.