As I spend another night alone
I think to myself,
How far we would have been;
If only you would have held on little longer,
Then maybe, just maybe,
our connection would have gotten stronger.
We shared memories,
and for every moment we spent together,
I felt what love really was
and it hurts to feel what true love really does.
but the pain became merely emptiness,
with the pain went the world,
Detached from reality
you were all that there was,
I don't wish I would have never fallen in love,
I just wish your touch wouldn't have stained my heart.
This feeling has become an illness that fills my head with thoughts of her,
I'm dying inside,
and I have realized that there isn't a cure.