It Hurts...
Freedom, nomore pain, tears.
I can start over, maybe pick up where I left off before we met.
But it hurts.
Nomore lonely nights ,lying alone in bed.
Nomore incriminating thoughts of you in my head.
I can move on now.
But it hurts.
I don't have to fear you or your ruff-neck-wanna-be-tactics.
I should be feeling fantastic.
But it hurts.
I don't need to love you in veign anylonger.
I realize that without you, I'm that much stronger.
Bout time I got my head on on straight;And yeah I know that should be great.
But it hurts.
It hurts because I gave it my all and still it wasn't enough.
So I gave you a lil more of me ;You said it'd get better just wait and see.
After all my hurt and all my pain, the fustration the anger the mental drain;
I should infact be free and clear and oh yes I do feel better, but on the inside...
It HUrts!
