So let's end these conversations and I'll give you your congratulations. You've left me bare and burned out, with a broken heart and mind. I heard it heals all the time. So go on, walk right past me, I'm used to it.

I'll wear your memory like a stain...

...Can't erase or numb the pain.

Think of the happiest things. It's the same as having wings.

I keep reaching for something that's already gone.

...and suddenly I'm hating myself for everything I ever felt for you.

So you're gone and I'm haunted and I bet you are just fine. Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?

It's still there, you know? I can be totally happy and still have that part of my mind wondering how much better it would be if you were here. I don't think that's ever really going to change.

I'll never give up on someone who's worth fighting for. But I just dont know if you're that person anymore.

I don't know what it is, I just cry sometimes. Maybe I'm too oblivious to the things going on around me, that I don't realize that I'm hurting as much as I am. So when the tears stream down my face and I don't have anything to say, don't ask me why I'm crying, because I simply don't know. Just hold me. I just want to be held.

I’m miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground and I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms.

In a dream you appeared, for a while you were here. So I keep sleeping just to keep you with me. I'll draw a map, connect the dots with all the memories that I've got. What I'm missing I'll keep re-living.