I used to think that suffering was optional.
I swear; I really thought it was.
The way you did you and I did me
It never felt like our paths could set in.
So suddenly. So hard.
It hit me almost harder than the way I hit the ground
When I met you. When I felt you. When I loved you.
But now here I am. And now there you are.
You’re still doing you and I’m still doing me.
Isn’t it sad? The way we could never be.
Isn’t it sad? The way I will never stop this yearning.
Isn’t it sad? The way I’ll never learn.