You know, no, you don't know...Well, you don't know that it hurts deep inside...It hurts that you come around these days.It hurts that you come, we're looking at one another, and the next moment you're gone.It hurts you know, or you don't know...Either way, it hurts.It hurts that, after you're gone, I still see the sheets that have changed their seat because you were sitting there.But I don't see you seating there, anymore...It hurts that I see you coming through the very same door through which, I know, you'll have to walk out and leave, afterwards.It hurts that we'll have to call each other to arrange a meeting.Is this the way things are supposed to be between us?It still hurts, but I'm glad I get to see you, come and leave.
