You make me feel more alive than I ever have,
Yet you're slowly killing me more than I'd claim.
How can that be possible both at the same time?
'Sometimes our hearts make the wrong and right thing the same'
Love is never simple in the easiest of situations
And this one is no exception to any rule;
I'm hoping with everything I have that you're honest
Otherwise I'm left to look like the naive fool.
I'd rather be able to leave you behind
Without a trace of the warm memories we shared,
Which linger, with the sound of your solemn voice
And the way it made you seem like you truly cared.
At times I wish there was a way I could numb myself,
From not just the lows, but the highs we can feel too.
Be able to turn that numbness off whenever I want,
Because being cold hearted isn't a good trait unless on cue.
Then I wouldn't have to miss you at all once you're gone
Or have this love left in my heart on a one way street,
Then I wouldn't have felt the way I did when I was in your arms
Or miss the way you made me feel complete.
But it's come to my attention that to feel is to be alive,
From the euphoria of love, to the sorrow of heartbreak,
Which includes all those highs and lows in between,
And in want of better, we must put happiness at stake.
