The minutes are starting to feel like hours.
I feel stuck and I don't know where I'm headed.
If only I could feel something other than this horrendous nothingness.
I don't know what to think anymore.
But I know you were never mine.
And maybe that's why I can accept that you're not here.
I feel like it's too late for me, and maybe I'm right.
But if everyone's happy I just might be okay with that.