I died today, by your words, you're tongue sharp as a blade.
I died today from what you said, my feelings for you fade.
I died today, you didn't care, you just kept on and on.
I died today from my broken heart, my love for you is gone.

There He was, within your grasp, with nothing left to hide.
He was ready to make moves with You, building side by side.
A man with nothing to offer, yet, He had so much to devote.
He was a perfect dream to have, better than anyone wrote.
He was real and full of so much life, right there in front of You.
He said the right words, did the right things, it was something you never knew.
He was willing to walk a mile with You, if ever You had given Him the chance.
He would have given You all things you deserve from a whirlwind of romance.
He stood there waiting for what he could never hold.
There You were, within His grasp, living with Your heart so cold.

I'm sorry I'm not her, the woman of your dreams.
I didn't ask to be with you, you asked to be with me.
I'm sorry that I fall short of what you've expected.
I was exactly who I was the moment that we met.
I'm sorry who I am is not who you wanted for yourself.
I may not be her for you, but I am her for someone else.

I miss us!
Not the us that we are now, but the us that we once were.
The us that was so full of life and love.
I miss the days of being excited over the sight of your number on my phone.
I miss the flutter of butterflies in my nervous stomach every time you were near.
I miss the feeling I had all over my body with every little touch of your hands.
I miss feeling like a teenage couple discovering love for the first time.
I really miss us!
I miss the goosebumps all over my skin from your lips against mine.
I miss the way you used to look at me as though you'd found a great Treasure.
I miss the talks we used to have that never made any sense.
I miss those days, I miss those moments, I miss us.

Being your #10 is not where I want to be,
#1 should start with me.

#9 is just as bad,
Being here is really sad.

#8 isn't all that grand,
I should be #1 hand in hand.

#7 is just a shame,
To be placed right here is really lame.

#6 isn't all that great,
Being your #1 should be my fate.

#5 is just a joke,
This should be reserved for other folk.

#4 isn't fun,
Where I belong is #1.

#3 is nothing new,
But I should be #1 to you.

#2 is almost there,
But to still be here isn't fair.

#1 is where your woman should be,
If I'm not here,  she's not me.

My tears, they fall..
I am nothing at all.

My heart, it breaks..
My soul fully aches.

This pain, I feel..
The hurt inside is real.

The darkness, inside..
It no longer wants to hide.

The anger, in me..
Wants to be set free.

No one, around..
Not even a sound.

The loneliness, created..
The demon I've hated.

I live inside my head sometimes to hide from the reality I know,
The magic there is much more real and it is hard to let it all go...

I close my eyes and imagine my world is a bright and colorful field,
I can't help but use it against this world as some kind of unbreakable shield...

But then I have to open my eyes and face the day ahead,
Tears fall from my miserable eyes, I fear the fantasy is dead...

I take a breath and let it out and step forward in this place,
I'm all grown up, too old for games, reality is what I embrace...

Sometimes I escape back to my world deep inside my brain,
It is when I have to come back here that gives me so much pain...

I guess it's still the child in me that's holding on so tight,
Cause I find myself back in that field when I sleep at night...

I guess you could say I'm delusional and need to open my eyes,
But in my heart I know this world fills us with too many lies...

So keep your reality and grown up ways and keep your mind closed tight,
I refuse to stay here with you, I'm looking forward to sleeping tonight...