each day brings a new form of emptiness.
a sunrise that mimics the flame in your eyes
and the moon that reminds me how quickly they moved on.
now each day im traveling through the motions of life
but never fully living.
cause without you im not dead, but ill never be alive.
you see,
living is not the same as being alive.
because to truly be alive i would need you.
and sure they said youd come and go,
and now they say move on.
but how can i move on
when id rather be dead than to love someone else?

i guess sometimes people just leave us
like how life can slip from the most desperate of grasps.
and most times, we can't tell the difference.
because the one who makes us feel so alive
is the one who holds the gun.