Do I miss her? Or do I just feel lonely? Do I love her? Or am I disappointed? It must have happened to me Because I'm strong enough I had to reach the bottom At least I hope I did When you were lying beside him You could still feel the sheets warm Warm as you and I had left them Waves don't show respect For those who have something to give At most they would not trust them Creative-hearted people We deal just fine now We do respect each other That doesn't help me I'm unable to detach from you
Under the effect of what most people call love, we sometimes are unable to observe facts objectively, up to the point where we feel we are turning ourselves into masochists, self-inflicting pain.