Funny life always brings you back to that which you said you’d never do again, or never do at all, places you’d never go, things you’d never say, people you said you’d never talk to again …
Irony, is what it’s called.
Isn’t ironic that now you see all of what was said before when I was on the inside of your world
Isn’t it ironic that the thought of you that once made me cry, now makes me laugh again
Isn’t it ironic that before when there was nothing at all to say, now there’s plenty and we never want to stop talking
Isn’t it ironic that once you couldn’t wait to leave me to head to the next one has now lead you back to me
Isn’t it ironic that the love that tormented me and made me feel so alone, now makes me feel like I’ve won
Isn’t it ironic that I once loved you and now I love you all over again, in-between the hurt & pain
Isn’t it ironic…
