It hurts to breathe in and out. But I continue because that's what you want. It hurts to see you so happy with someone else. But I don't think that I could be the one to ruin your happiness. It hurts to think. But I can't stop the cycle of my thoughts. It hurts to fight. But I can't end the process of this violence. It hurts to be this way. But I can't change, can I?