Sometimes you just hurt.
You wake up feeling beat up,
And then you hear they’re choosing her.
They’re choosing her,
The one you loved so much,
Who did not want you to exist.
She didn’t want you to exist,
But no one saw the hate she gave,
So they chose her and so she wins.
You want to hate her for that.
You clench and grimace and cringe,
But all you can muster is pain,
And maybe that was her hate too.
It wasn’t hate of you.
It was just some other pain.
Still, you want to hate her for it,
But you don’t because you understand.
You’ve done the same to others as she’s done to you.
So you try to forgive her for it,
But you don’t because you can’t.
Maybe yesterday, but not today.
And you carry all of this
Without a friend to walk beside
Because they all chose her.
They all chose her,
And the clock keeps moving forward,
And you’ve got to get to work.
So you do what you do sometimes,
You just hurt.