Each night as i try to fall asleep
the thought of you just seems to creep
the thought of things that might have been
but hindsight's 20/20 yet again
maybe if i was less like me
if i didn't care so much then i could see
everything but the best in you
but thats never the person that i knew
the person who always cared
the person who i would've stared
deep in her eyes till the break of day
on my back all her troubles would weigh
and i seemed stronger because of this
its hard to explain so much bliss
from believing so much without a doubt
and knowing it'd be more painful to live without
and caring so much with words unsaid
and to the other person how you seem dead
it hurts more than death without compare
and always you wish that they were there.
