Everything Lost Isn't A Loss

I've been warned not to become the bandaid to someone's pain

To not travel kilometres for people who won't even leave their lane

With time the wounds will heal, and bandaids will be thrown

Often when you put someone on a pedestal, they confuse it for a throne

But the thing is, when you inevitably lose them, it won't feel like a loss

The mist will go, and as clear as day will be their flaws

And maybe the relief will feel a bit like disappointment

Maybe you'll have to sleep with a mind full of memories now so poisoned 

All the different ways this could've played out fill your head, but now is no time to judge

Yet the last thought in your mind says "if only you had held me like a grudge"