un moyen de rester miserable

you mess up
you mess up
you almost spoil what we know as us.

Yes I thought about punishing you.
I thought up horrible ways to make you suffer

but while thinking about the ways to make you suffer
I was suffering
Pining, burning and perishing

And then I think about it, about us.
And wonder, is revenge worth making us suffer,
Making our lives miserable.

WHen you are sad, I burn.
When you frown, I pine to see you smile.
When you are miserble I perish.

Then, I knew you messed up,
I knew it would be hard to just forget about it,
But I tried to make it work.
Cause I knew we are worth the hard work.
I still know that we are worth the work.

I am not promising that either of us won't do anything stupid.
I know we will.
I am not promising I wont hurt you.
Cause I probably will, worse than the time before.

But that is what Love is about.
Being able suffer for someone else.
Not being able to walk away when you are tired,
Just because you know your other half will suffer.

Loving is smiling just to make the other one smile,
Although you are pining, burning and perishing.

I am sorry.