It's not so much that I'm alone,
I have been all along.
It's not so much that you're now gone,
I've known that all along.
It's not that I now dream alone,
I've had to, all along.
What's worse for me now that you're gone,
is endless memories....
The thought of us just playing cards,
or watching just a movie.
The thought of u playin ur guitar,
or teaching me another trick.
The thought og me sleeping on your chest,
the nights we spend up, talking.
The thought of us dancing in your room,
or making silly faces.
The thought of all these deep looks of yours,
or your voice calling me "baby".
The thought of me being so sure,
that we are really something.
The thought I have now seeing the truth,
and that to you all this meant nothing.
That is what destroys me so.
That is why my heart now cries.
There is nothing worse than wanting to be loved and when you find him you find you, that you were never special. He gave u up just like that with a beat of a heart and the last beat of yours.
