The Problem

The problem wasn't finding you
It is losing you.
The problem isn't your absence
It's that I wait for you.
The problem isn't a problem
It's that it hurts me.
The problem isn't that you lie
The problem is that I believe you.

The problem isn't that you play
It's that its with me.
If I liked for being free
Who am I to change you?
If I ended loving alone
How can I make you do the same?
The problem isn't loving you
The problem is that you don't feel the same.

How do I get rid of you
If I never had you?
How do I get away from you
When you are so far away?
Like finding an eyelash where there's no eye.
Like finding a road where there's always been a ditch.
Like looking in my lips for the kiss you never gave me.
The problem isn't changing you
The problem is that I don't want to.

The problem is not that it hurts
It's that I like it.
The problem aren't the wounds
It's the scars the worry me.
The problem is not what you do
It's that I forget you do it.
The problem is not what you say
The problem is what you hush.

The problem is not that I loved you
The problem is that I keep doing it.