Her eyes are not dull
They still have sparks
But there's a streak that will tell you she's tired..  

She's tired of crying almost every night..
She's tired of waking up to a cold each morning of her life.

"And I asked the weather, "am I as cold as you?"
Then I waited.. still there's no reply

So I got my feet into the waters and asked, "Does he love me too?".. still there's no reply

In dim light, I asked the moon, "Why do I feel as lonely as you?" Still there's no reply

And I saw a fly flying next to another, so I chased it. It might have the answer to my deepest saddest questions."

She said she can leave without him

But the mere thought of it kills her

So how is it even possible?

That's the problem.

You said that's your favorite song.
And when you play it on repeat,
Your ears sore.

And when you find a better one,
You stop the song, you ignore.

*Then you said I am your favorite

If I'd be left alone, I can take the pain

But if I see you again,

*It will be another story.