trembling all while I think about leaving you,
oh but how freeing it seems to be too.
i miss your touch; i miss the feeling,
but i can’t have any of it just staring at the ceiling.
i often think it’s time to go separate ways,
but then my head is fogged by this love, this haze,
yet tonight i don’t know that our love will last,  
so goodbye,
this is yours truly,
a lover from the past.