Imagination is a funny thing
Thoughts of what could be
Or maybe of what is
You are just a fragment of my imagination
You lingering and put me down
Making me think awful things
Things I'd rather put away
In a box in my brain

There's so much I want to say
And little time to say it
I want it to mean something
But I know I won't get through
You don't let me in anymore
And I'm starting to miss you
But there's really nothing I can do

I can't stand to think that now you look at another,
the way I want you to look at me.
I can't stand to think that your life,
is better off without me.
I just can't stand it.
What you may ask?
Well, that now you don't love me