Perhaps

It must be madness
The way we let things devour us
The way we let the things
We want out, back in
And the horror of it all is
We stay attracted to everything
That hurts, we cling to it
And never really learn to let go
So perhaps we do want happiness
But we also desire
To keep the pain close
Close enough to destroy us
Close enough to define us
And close enough to make us
Feel a lot more cold

- Nirmohi