I suppose this is the end

Think of me,
As if I were dead,
Nothing more, nothing less,
Imagine me,
Stabbed by you and breathing my final breath,
Now that should help you get over me,
And if it doesn't you will see,
That finally I can say we were meant to be,

Think of me,
Alone, silent,
Crying in my sleep,
Would you stay and help me,
Or would you back away,
If your now thinking I'd stay,
Then we were meant to be I'll say,

Think of me,
Think of me in,
Your arms,
Never letting go,
What is your,
Your emotion?
Even if its not what you show,

So now,
Where do we go?
Who's fallen from grace?
I want to know,
Answer me this,
Do still want me now?
I know all that we've been through,
But I still love you,

Asking this has made me silent,
Silent as a rose,
Waiting in the darkness,
For the answer you may enclose,
I start to wish that,
We'd share those moments again,
Sorry, I drove you away
I suppose this is the end.