It hurts a little to be back again
Thinking, "Does the day i stop loving you, today?"
Then that little hurt I had spreads
Thres my body, like a searing hot surup
The temptation to cry loud and long comes...
Bubbling to the surface,
Originating from the back of my thraot
I feel usless and stupid
Because it doesn't seem like that day will ever come...
I'd have to stop asking myself that question
To make the answer "Yes.".