It hurts... when I see your face.
It hurts... when a smell reminds me of you.
It hurts... when I talk about you.
It hurts... when it's not you holding me.
It hurts... when I think of you.

                                                                       But what hurts most is,

I looked at your face through tears you made me shed.
I smelled the smoke and fire from all our fights.
I talked myself into believing all the good things you didn't do for me.
I let you grab me and ***** me, not hold me and caress me.
I think about all the things you didn't do for me.

                                                                       But what hurts most is,

You'll never feel the way you made me feel.