I miss being friends Were we ever friends? I miss being in love Did I ever love? I miss the fighting I miss the passion I miss the heat The pain The healing The art The late nights The wondering
Sometimes I feel like I take others’ pain The things they can’t handle I take the remains I want to believe this As my pain is so deep But if one who suffers like me Can get a night’s sleep Then I’ll take their pain all night And stay up to the sun And if it works I’ll take suffering from everyone Because I’m far too gone Suffering is my norm Give me all of your rain And I’ll weather your storm.
What other kind of creature could divide Each different thing into its different sides With chaos versus order, dark and light The stark duality of wrong and right We even split the very world in two With human versus human, we and you But still no matter how much we divide Each thing has infinitely many sides