It's ironic

trying to forget but nothing seems to disappear,
trying to throw away but it keeps coming back double the price,
trying to acknowledge but refuses to face it,
trying to know but oh it's so damn annoying

how sad it seems that things are this way,
how awful it must be to be the one that's standing in the way,
how does it feel anymore to be a person that's just there but not really there?
how does anyone even know if it matters anymore now?

so it's like hot and cold,
it's like scared and bold,
it's like open and fold,
it's like you and me.

It's ironic.