Ive picked myself up
even after my fall...

A solid grip holding tightly and grasping firmly...

We rise to the façade
we once called home...

You cant take away the memory of the past.. when...

I got used to being pushed..
i got used to being pulled...

All the long talks..
all the late nights not sleeping...

How can this be
when our love was so strong...

How much I love you
can't be measured in...

Let it be that the pain comes and goes
let it wither away as time goes tick...

I try to be who i want to be
only now knowing that its not worth the effort...

How can i be happy when my life is empty
I'm trying to live each day to the fullest...

Feelings are all that is me..
for how i act...