We get into relationship We get slapped and hurt We think we learned something: We learned how not to be hurt.
Wrong! We learned how to take the hurt For, we get involved again We think we watch over ourselves But first hit, we are in pain.
Only this time, we cry not We reason and get philosophical We think we are no more emotional The truth is this illusion makes us nut!
Indeed, our pain is still there We minister anesthesia to our emotion Toward ourselves, we pretend and grow liar For, our heart is still loving and fragile in passion.
