They encourage me to cast pain aside
How can I, when she is my muse?
All I have to gain from her
And you
Is what I can create
And to create
I must remember
So I visit her nightly
Tearing the scab and
Making the wounds fresh again
Remembering everything from the beginning
Love
Hate
Perspective
Reliving years of pain
Within minutes
She takes
But she gives, too
And that is more than you can say
So i will always invite her back