“Have you ever asked a question to someone, even though you knew that the answer will hurt you?

You knew the answer will hurt you. But you asked anyway. Trying to get the fact, trying to find out the truth. The truth hurts, as people have said. But even so, you opened your mouth and asked. DANG! Yes, the answer did hurt. The next thing you know, you’re bruised deep inside and wished you shouldn’t have asked, but at the same time you’re relieved that you now know the “hurtful truth” so all you need to do is move on.

I’ve done it a million of times. And I still have another million questions to ask. To my mom, to my boyfriend, to my dad, to my best friend, maybe to you, and to certain people out there that might or might not exist.

Here’s a simple example we can all relate to. Remember that time you asked your ex, “Are we done? Are we over? Is it really really over?” and the answer was a simple “Yes”. Oh man didn’t that hurt like hell? But you’ve moved on haven’t you? Perhaps you cried for days, or maybe you just went out with some friends, or maybe you found a replacement right away (wow, you’re so lucky). But whatever happened next, the bottom line is, you moved on.

I have questions to ask, but I know the answers will hurt me. And now I’m in the greatest fear, but also I’m consumed with curiosity. But you know what? As my favorite saying goes, “If it hurts, it’s probably worth it”. So I guess I will ask. Sooner or later.”

No sir, well I don’t wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It’s your turn, so take a seat we’re settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

I can’t decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong

That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you’re not here.
‘Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I’m sure you’ve heard.

That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I’ll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let’s start, start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?

That’s what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.

That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Now I can’t trust myself with anything but this,
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa