It hurts when Love has passed us by, it hurts our gentle souls.

When our hands reach for another's grasp it hurts to end up cold.

It hurts to know you love someone and know they're good and gone.

To lay awake with memories that never last too long.

To know you've met the one for you and know they do not care;

To wish beyond the realms of life that when you awake they're there;

To feel your heart leaving your chest; to know each of your tears;

To feel inside your back and front a thousand stabbing spears.

What hurts the most is wishing you'd never been left alone.

To have a friend you could call who would always pick up the phone,

To have that chunk ripped out your heart, to feel the missing piece

And every time you take a breath your breathing seems to cease.

No amount of fake, forced laughs or auto-tuned hoorays

Could make up for the happiness you once felt in his gaze.