Lying in your bed, waking to the sound of a heart*
Her eyelash brushes your cheek and you tremble in the dark*
Something about her laugher that made you want to cry*
When it went away something inside you died*
Afraid to look in the mirror and face who once was there*
Wishing that she could still be held and knowing she once cared*
Too late to take back what has been said*
A love is burried and considered dead*
She still thinks of you sometimes, when something reminds her of you.
But there's nothing she can say and nothing she can do*
So when you're all alone somewhere in the dark*
Maybe you can be together, in the beat of your hearts*
