It’s too late and it’s too bad
For all the things you thought...

I try not to feel what I feel because it...
But I must...

In the car I’ll look out of the window
And see all the places we used to visit...

I’m dead to you
But I can live with that...

For the longest time I felt myself slipping
Nothing to hold on to...

And I ask myself
As I stand on the edge of the cliff...