Someday somewhere this pain will grow its own wings and will take flight far from this nest where it lays inside me. Someday somewhere this heart will grow weary from beating for nothing but for its own, and realize its mere existence is all some trick, an old lie. Someday you’ll walk out of my life and somewhere you’ll walk in to someone else’s, and the pain will decide to flutter back to its home and this heart will always feel nothing but to be alone.