Isn't it funny how
When someone has given you
Their heart,
They always find a way
Of taking it back
Without you knowing.

Isn't it odd how
the reasons people fall
In love with you
Always seem to be
The very reasons they give
For not loving you
Anymore.

Isn't it strange how
No matter how much
You sacrifice
Or how much you offer
It never seems to be quite
Enough.

And my oh my
Doesn't it hurt.
Isn't it such an extraordinary ache.
Isn't it just like drowning and shattering,
When the love is gone.
No, not gone,
Never gone,
But stolen,
Kidnapped,
Taken hostage.
For if it were merely gone,
The pain wouldn't exist,
The ache wouldn't crush
as much
as it does.

It's the memories,
The memories that drive the pain,
That pull the gut.
It's the memories they should steal.
But no,
Ever the memories,
Ever the pain.
Isn't it funny??

Isn't it ...
Tragic.