Each new day hurts different from the last.
I don't want our future to end up like our past.

When you're here, everything's right. I feel so strong.
But when you leave, it goes with you. My strength is gone.

My love grows by the day, and I just keep forcing it down.
But what also grows each day, is this forevermore frown.

Your hands fit so perfectly, like a puzzle piece in it's place.
And my lips felt so at home, perched aside your face.

My heart raced frantically, and I finally felt some hope.
Am I finally done suffering? Or just hanging by more rope?

I feel like I'll never know. Like I'll never feel so right.
But it feels like I've done too little. Like I should stand up and fight.

And do what? Take you from him? I can't, it's just not me...
I know you belong in my arms.... But I have to set you free.....