I go to bed thinking about you.
Thinking about what you said,
what you did,
what we were.
Why can't things be like they were a week ago?
No tears, no pain, still us.

Now I don't know where I stand.
Should I go back or should I keep walking forward?
Should I risk my heart for something uncertain?

Truth is my heart's still with you.
Question is, will you break it again?

I can't bring myself to say never more,
but I also can't find the strength to ask for one more time.

I'm confused. I'm hurt. I'm in love.
Distance was what killed us.

I don't know if I can trust this way.