It's the kind of hurt that no one talks about,
easy to shut away but impossible to ignore.
And I'm the kind of man who never works it out.
I just keep telling myself that I've been through shit like this before.
It's the kind of day that never changes its wardrobe.
It just stays in business grey and rains just enough to keep everything wet.
And I'm the kind of man who goes out walking anyway
because with all the cold and all the rain I haven't found the cure for being restless yet.
And I'm a strong person. At least that's what everyone around me likes to say.
I've got control of my thoughts and my emotions I just can't convince myself that I'm that way.
They're the kind of memories that I can't help but fall back on
when the world around me seems to hold me in one place.
And I'm the kind of man who understands
that living in those memories will never fill their empty space.
It was kind of kiss that makes your stomach hurt.
In the kind of light that makes everything seem much more subtle than it is.
And I'm the kind of fool to make believe
that that was when we fell in love and it wasn't just another kiss.
But I'm a strong person. At least that's what every around me likes to say.
I have control of my thoughts and my emotions I just can't convince myself that I'm that way.
It's the kind of night that makes the day light seem so frightening.
It covers us and keeps us safe despite the world outside.
And it's the kind of hurt that no one warned us about.
The kind of hurt that's just too easy to hide.
