Sharp pains turn to dull aches
When you see someone you used to love, everyday
When you see someone who you used to love everyday
When everyday you see someone even if its just a flash on the back of your eyes
When you think, if you could cry
How you'd probably see bangs and goofy clothes reflected in those droplets of light
Sharp pains turn to dull aches
Like scars that still hurt when it rains
How being cold and wet reminds you of the once warm hold
And you really start to think about what it's like to be old
How many scars can a heart carry
Like a math problem only involving area
And is it possible that one person really filled the whole damn thing up
