Meaning Between Extremes

The fact I walk in darkness
Doesn’t mean I love the night
And the fact I didn’t see it
Doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sight.
The fact I won’t surrender
Doesn’t mean I want to fight.
And the fact it all went wrong,
Doesn’t mean it wasn’t right.

The fact I never said I love you
Doesn’t mean I didn’t care.
And the fact you never judged me
Doesn’t mean that you were fair.
The fact I never touched you
Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t dare
And the fact I had to leave you
Doesn’t mean I won’t be there.

You only spoke in Love and Hate, you dealt in Black and White
And you knew that something must be Wrong if you couldn’t prove it Right.
You found certainty in simplicity, and meaning in extremes,
And I was just another thing misplaced among your dreams.

The fact our feet were off the ground
Doesn’t mean we ever flew
And the fact you held all the cards
Doesn’t mean you ever knew.
The fact you never spoke a lie
Doesn’t mean that you were true
And the fact you chose to say good-bye
Doesn’t mean I said it too.

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