A few letters turned into none, a couple of e-mails turned into broken promises and empty wishes
I dream turned into nothing expect for memories of you and a hundred thousand kisses
Hours turned into days, days turned into months
I'm afraid of what will happen in a year
I'm really just lost without you here.
I hate to even think about it
Just the thoughts make me cringe
This isn't what it was supposed to be, this wasn't supposed to end.
My dreams keep me awake at night, I feel like I can't breath
So I think and I cut and I scar and I bleed
This isn't supposed to be, this just isn't supposed to be.
I've given up my hopes
I no longer believe
I'm just an empty shell, really this isn't me.
If only I could hold you, if only I could feel your breath
But instead I'm here in solitude, this really is my death.
