She was intoxicated by the sorrow of her love

The one thing that was suppose to keep her happy

The fake happiness was still the worst sadness

She believed that she was trying, and she was

She tried, shes trying.

Hes hurting and enraged

He tried so hard for that one thing

And still got disappointed

He pained himself to feel the work in the air that he put into it

The pain he felt was that worst, because it kept getting ripped open

He tried, Hes trying.

Together they work on changing their sadness

Together they thought they could make it.

But together they failed.

He thought it was his fault for not doing right

She thought it was her fault for not understanding