I know you can hear me cry
every night when I lie in bed.
Wishing, hoping, dreaming
that one day I'll be with you
again.
Nothing else seems right
even if we fight.
You've forgotten about me,
about us.
I spend my days
faking a smile
so nobody will know,
how I really feel.
How I'm still caught up in you.
I Try to move on
But I'm still holding on
to all our memories.
