Pain isn't always the throb in the back of your legs
When you run in circles
Pain isn't always the way your heart breaks
When life spins out of control
Sometimes the pain that hurts the most
Is what never seems to come
When you look at the one
Yet they never look back
And all that you wished
Is gone . . .
Sometimes pain isn't always a throb
Or an ache
Or a sadness
Or a cry
Sometimes pain is just the fact
That you broke his heart
With a lie
