You ran and ran and ran, lied to yourself time and time again,
Until it happened, as you knew it would, turning all your dreams and lies into pain.

And he’s pretty and she’s lovely and they’re happy together,
While you’re sitting by yourself, writing poems and waiting to feel better.
It’s over now, you lost the love of your life, she lost a friend,
And you’re at a loss, wishing you were him and praying for the end.

And now there’s so much time, to lie awake at night and watch the days turn into years,
Going through the motions, imagining the worst, then getting struck by fear.
But that’s all that is left, endless thoughts and a void that no pal can heal,
Only a miracle, which only He can provide, but He is not even real.