You sit across the room, not looking at me.
I don't know what to say, what to talk about.
Makes no difference to you at all,
it's not like you want to talk to me anyway.
When did we stop talking, you and I?
We've never been here before, have we?
Do you even care, still, what's happened to us?
Is there anything left for you to care about?
I think I still love you to death. Ask me.
I can still feel it, way down inside me,
like a spirit, waiting to fly out. Waiting to
scream out at me, to do something about this.
Your eyes don't see me anymore, not like before.
I don't know what they see. Do they look for
someone else now? Do they look for different eyes?
Have they seen them already, and long for them?
I reach for you, but you lean away from me.
You've never done this to me, my God.
What is this? Why...are you doing this to us?
How can you fall out of love with me, with us?
Don't do this. Don't take this to another level.
Come back to me, come back to holding me.
I want to kiss you like before, don't you?
I want you to love me...like before.
I don't want this to end, not like this, not at all.
Please, bring it back, don't take it somewhere else.
I can give you more, I know I can.
I know I can love you more...to keep you.
