Is it sad that it doesn't hurt as much

When you can't have what you desperately want?

You have given yourself and received for it

But that no longer counts.

There's a different face of happiness

You don't yet recognize

And the old one is now called sadness.

Its warmth is now felt like ice.

It hurts, it haunts, it burns, it taunts

And sadly you understand.

You have blamed it on the universe

To save and salvage what you can.

But it's not enough, you need more pain,

You need to remember and learn,

For who you are, it will come again

And this time this happiness must earn.