The Only Kind of Comfort

It's funny how we get hurt over and over

and every time we think it's the last time.

But deep down we know if he stops hurting us then what else is there?

I'd rather be used and abused than neglected and alone. At least someone wants me.

But maybe it's the vodka talking we all know it makes us feel alone.

What's wrong with wanting to be wanted? Even if it means getting hurt.

At least I'm not the one hurting myself anymore…