Barely A Flesh Wound


I liked the feeling, but then it ended.          

We were so true, but we pretended

it was all perfect. Guess that was a lie.                

And now it's time for us to say good bye.

Thought it might tear my world all apart.            

But it's barely a flesh wound on my heart.            

It's all over, but I can still smile.                      

I knew it'd only last for a little while.

I don't regret it, but I don't feel bad.      

I can think back on the good times that we had.

I've turned being hurt by love into an art.

That's why you're barely a flesh wound on my heart.

You were a thinker. And you were deep.

I've become careful with the company I keep.

You were cute, and you were fair.                

But I've become to far removed to really care.

You were open, and you were smart.                

But still you're barely a flesh wound on my heart.

To my surprise, I couldn't cry.                  

Nothing came out, no matter how hard I'd try.

What's more amazing, it doesn't hurt.        

I guess nowadays I keep my emotions on alert.

I should feel something, but I don't know where to start.

Because it's barely a flesh wound on my heart.

Maybe someday our paths will cross again.            

But I sure don't think I'll hold my breath 'til then.

And maybe some time I'll realize

the how's, the what's, the where's, and the why's.

And maybe someday, I'll pull out the dart

that barely caused a flesh wound on my heart.

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