i understand the feeling, as small, as insignificant and inhuman as possible. 
and how it can actually ache in places you didnt know you had inside you. 

and it doesnt matter how many hair cuts you get 
or gyms you join 
or how many glasses of wine you drink with your friends 

you still go to bed every night 
going over every detail 
and wonder what you did wrong 
or how you couldve misunderstood 
and how in that brief moment 
that you would think that were that happy 
and sometimes you can even convince yourself 
that he'll see the light 
and show up at your door 

and after all that 
how ever long all that may be 
you go somewhere new 
and you meet people who'll make you feel worth while again 
until pieces of your soul will finally come back. 
and all that fuzzy stuff 
those years of your life that youve wasted 
that would eventually begin to fade.