Hurting You Hurts Me the Most
When my life hits its all time high
I reach my all time low.
When I thought I was at my happiest
It was my deceiving mind burying my heart
with lies and telling me I wanted something I didn’t.
My mind wants what my heart doesn’t
and in the end the ones I love get hurt
which hurts me even more.
This kind of love is confusing
It’s the kind that makes you weak in the knees
and stronger in the heart but your face does not glow with joy
because you don’t know if its what you want.
In the end I hurt myself and the worst I hurt you.
So my heart becomes a burden to carry
because of all the times it has been broken
it makes me wonder if it is really I who is the deceiver
or is it you. Do you want this too or are we both
striving for the impossible too early.
Do you even know what I mean?
My love is like a fortune teller with one word answers
hard to decipher and scary at the same time.
I just hope I don’t hurt you,
because that would hurt me the most.
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