I'm fighting through each second,
I'm forced to be awake.
This pain has become so haunting,
And I'm not sure how much more I can take.

Sleep has become a pleasure,
A reprieve from life itself,
Though my dreams often leave me,
With memories I sorely miss.

Now it seems I lost my heart,
Somewhere along the line,
But if you'd ask me how I'm doing,
I'd tell you that I'm just fine.

I wouldn't tell you how I often wish,
That I'd wake up dead,
Nor would you ever hear of the sadness,
That always fills my head.

You'd never hear how I died inside,
When I learned that we me never be,
Or just how haunting,
My dreams are to me.

Nor would you ever hear me say,
I would sell my very soul,
To have you as my own forever,
For you to once more be my girl.