Somehow I feel comfort in his pain
He wants to cry, and so do I
But I know he's chosen his path
And that's where he wants to be
stubborn, he cannot face his failure
He has self-inflicted pain that he chooses not to stop
I've been intimate with that
And sometimes I almost miss it.
I feel like I could love him
That we could be miserable together
But he's not real
And sometimes I feel neither am I