I am the hug you miss
I am the arm you kiss
The bed you lay on every night
It's me, all of it

I am the wound
I am the cure
I am pain and consolation

You are the bad, the good and ugly
You make me seek,
But even more - You make me happy

I hate the way I am
I hate the way you are
But most of all -
I hate the fact
That I can not ignore that...