There is a heavy gloom in the July air
I don't know why but I don't feel at home here
Maybe it's from the kids who called me worthless or maybe its from the fact I don't really feel like I have a purpose
I'm just hoping the warmth from the sun will bring some comfort when it's gray
And despite all of this I've been doing okay
I just don't feel at home here...

The I love you stopped a long long time ago. Sometimes I'm tempted to say those three words just one more time. Sometimes when we're together the piercing words almost spill out but in a instant I stop myself.
I stop because I know how you'll reply.
When I hear those two words come out of your mouth I'll be crushed because that was the inevitable outcome for me saying I love you one last time