I'm sick of hearing people say,
Things will get better over the years,
I'm sick of everyone telling me,
I am better off this way.
If you were to lift my heart up to your ear,
You could probably hear the ocean,
If you would touch me to see if I'm still alive,
I'd be cold,
I'm lacking sleep,
I'm draining out.
Maybe I have had my happiness,
It didn't really last for long,
Maybe it will come back,
In the years to come.
Maybe I'll see you again,
And you'll smile,
And I'll wave,
We'll try to remember the good times we had,
But by then they will probably be erased.
You'll probably be with her,
And I'll be standing alone,
And every feeling that I have ever felt,
Will come back and I'll feel,
Once again.
Because without you,
I'm nothing,
I'm a nobody,
You see,
Without you,
I'm dying,
Why can't you see?
