Half Life

She couldn't have really loved me
for how could she have treated me so?
But she knew she did
and I should have
For she thought I surely didn't love her
for how could I have treated her so?
But I knew I did

Where did all the hurt come from?
How did it swallow up the joy?
Why couldn't we beat it?

The toxic waste of pain left behind
has a half life
Now it's only half as bad as it was
and it will eventually be half as bad as it is now
and someday half as bad as that
But it will never be completely gone