You sound ashamed now
How’s what’s his name now?
I’m just surprised that you would call

It took a long time
A long time
But I was only wounded by your love
I was only wounded
I can fall in love again

I’m all in place now
Quite a space now
There’s not so many highs or lows
No more confusions
No grand illusions
I just sat back and watch them go

But it took a long time
A long time
But I was only wounded by your love
I was only wounded
I can fall in love again

I don’t think that we can just be friends
Maybe this is how the whole thing ends
Cause you’d only shoot me down again
Oh I was only wounded by your love
I was only wounded
I can fall in love again

I don’t think that we can just be friends
Maybe this is how the whole thing ends
Cause you’d only shoot me down again
Oh I was only wounded by your love
I was only wounded
I can fall in love again

I’m doing fine now
I never cry now
In fact I feel no pain at all.

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I CANNOT TURN IT OFF
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I cannot turn it off.

The mind only wants to be repaired and reunited, and not live a lie!

I am not one to tell a person everything, but to you I did.

Why did you shut off all affections and put us on this slipping slope of friendship?

You seemed to just turn off all your feelings for me, and thought it was ok.

Do you know why I walked away?

I was hurt that you could not find the time for me.

You had me fitted into a schedule, and that is all the time you allotted me.

You belittled my emotions, and pretended that you never felt anything for me.

Why were you so selfish?

You did not share your heart, and you did not have a reason to do so.

I only wanted what was best for you -- I still do, it hasn't changed.

You knew who I was, I thought I knew who you were and yet you feel nothing now?

I did not mean to hurt you, but I guess you did not see how you kept me at arms length?

It must have been such a surprise when I never called you back after that last time we spoke.

You must have felt that I wronged you.

Do you not have the mind to forgive and move forward?

Instead of “talking to figure out” why I was so upset, you went right to “goodbye”.

Why did you live with so much fear?

I am not a bad person – am I?

Why did you let the silence between us go on?

No matter how hard I tried, I could not see a life without you in it.

What was that sickness that filled my mind with such desperation?

I was hurt and I was angry.

You just laughed and enjoyed your charade I suppose.

In the end I felt you only talked to me as a favour.

I did not feel that you cared for me as much as I cared for you.

I did not want your pity; go give it to someone you’re willing to live with.

You did not see what I struggled with, and you were unwilling to help me.

Your word.

That is the most defining part of who you are.

Thinking back upon things that happened before all this.

So many years wasted.

Had you just said the words, we would’ve had a life together.

It might’ve been hard, but we would have had each other.

It might have been poor, but we would have always had enough.

It might have lasted a lifetime, and we would have loved every night cuddling beside each other.

What did we have afterwards?

A shallow mockery of a friendship it turned out.

A one-sided lie.

Now what is left?

I hurt because you wouldn’t, you hurt because I won’t, and we hurt because we won’t.

Why does it always come to a tragic ending when romantics finally found something they thought was real was a lie?

Are we manipulated by unforeseen powers, or are our petty thoughts of self-preservation more important than holding the one we care for?