Crackle of light,
Shacking with fright.
Beaming white,
Eliminating the night.
Nothing remains,
My life drains.
Everything fades,
I search for aides.
It's all gone away,
The words I want to say.
The only thing left,
The one thing no one can theft.
My still beating heart,
My last part.
It still belongs to you,
Something I can't undo.

Do you have feelings that linger,
Is my name a trigger.
Do memories sneak up on you,
Just out of the blue.
Do you let yourself think of me,
And what we still could be.
Does any hope remain,
Or am I here in vain.
Do I still have a place in your heart,
Could I still be your counterpart.

What can I do,
When I can't stop thinking about you,
What do I do about this,
All your quirks that I miss.
So many things to say,
All throughout the day.
A million reasons why,
My feelings I can't deny.
So what do I do,
With this heart that longs for you.
How do I sleep at night,
Knowing something just ain't right.
How do get you to see,
That this feels meant to be.
How do I fix this heart,
When this silence tears it apart...

Does he hold you like I would.
Can he kiss you like I could.
Will he always treat you right,
Each day, each night.
Will he make you smile,
And have you walk down the isle.
Will he be there at your worst,
And always put you first.
Will he fight for you,
The way I want to.

If you think he can,
And that he's your man.
Then the one thing I want to say,
Is I hope you're happy everyday.
I hope he's there you,
Does the things I couldn't do.
Holds you when your sad,
Kisses you when your mad.
I hope he loves you,
Like I want to.
Like you deserve to,
I'm sorry I failed you...

All these memories,
Of you and me.
All the good,
All the bad.
Some make me happy,
Some make me sad.
Stuff we did,
Things we said.
Promises made,
Plans delayed.
Not one memory I want to forget,
My heart hasn't fully broken yet.
There's still a part that holds on tight,
And tells me things will be alright.

When the clouds part,
And the rain fades,
I'll remember your name.

When it's dark,
And nothing can be seen,
The memory of your smile will greet me.

When winter sets in,
And the temperature drops,
The warmth of your skin will be my thoughts.

You may never stand beside me again,
But the memories of what we where,
Will never leave..

What do I do,
With all the things I want to say to you.
Do I throw them out the door,
Spill them onto the floor.
Do I swallow my words,
Or let them sore like birds.
Should I whisper,
Let my words linger.
Should I hold them in tight,
Fight with them each night.
Should I tell you to your face,
Will there be a time and place.
A simply way to convey,
The things I want to say.
Where do I draw the line,
So I can stop wasting all this time.