When it's hurtin' time again,
staring at the ceiling;
feels like curtain time again,
the pain has got you reeling;
When you thought
that what you sought
was what was in her eyes;
at last you thought
you might have got
it right, but oh! what a surprise.
Yet you swore to keep the faith,
believing love all-healing,
until your love was but a wraith,
an unrequited feeling.
There's worse than being hurt the first,
and finding love's a lie;
the hurt that hurts the burning worst
is never knowing why.
being hurt the first
The last stanza of your song of woe grabbed and did not let go - I am so glad that you take the time to finde the perfect idea ~~A~~