What's it like?

I'll tell you what it's like.

It's like being dropped into a vat of boiling hot water with every scar possible burst open and rubbed in with lemonsalt while you drown slowly, meanwhile keeping all emotions possible in check as you hear things you once thought you'd be ok to face and seizing every emotion you feel at that time, chucking it into the deepest corner of your mind in an attempt to function somewhat normally before dreading all the emotions that you thought you had finally beaten back with a wooden stick bubbling back up to the forefront of your mind like a torturous shredding of memories over and over again.

That's what it's like.

聽你　狠狠的哭
讓我　走我的路
你現在了解　我多苦
你可要永遠　記住

愛你　不是錯誤
恨你　不是覺悟
我不要回憶　誰在乎
我們把一切　結束

愛是假如　不是幸福　我比你清楚
我要你　掉著眼淚
說你假如　能回到最初
我卻說　不