The Worth Of Pain

Sometimes I wonder the worth of pain,
I wonder if I’ve lost or gained,
I’m not happy now but I was before,
And truth is something that you can’t ignore,
I know that my sadness is caused by my glee,
And I know that it’s too late and I don’t want to flee,
I’ll never be sorry for the virtues of my past,
I’m only sorry that they didn’t last,
I understand that some things change,
That someone’s mind can rearrange,
But I also know that some things stay,
And no matter what they never go away,
I know that confusion is the underlying cause,
I know this is a mere flesh wound to be covered in gauze,
I know you can’t see it and I’m not quite sure why,
And I know to your heart your brain always lies,
I know how to fix it but I guess you’ve gone deaf,
I’ll continue to pick up the pieces you left,
And one day just maybe you will finally hear,
And I hope that you know that I’ll be very near,
I don’t know what you’ll say and I don’t really care,
Because unlike you of this moment I have long been aware.