I lay in bed a night.
Hoping I'd hear from you.
Wishing you were thinking of me.

What happened to the long nights of discussion.
What happened to the warm nights in your arms.
What happened to the everlasting gaze in your eyes.

They say distance helps separate people.
But not when theres unfinished business.
Not like this. This doesn't feel right.

I have the motivation to fight.
I have the reason to fight.
Yet, i don't have the blessing to fight for you.

You want me to hate you.
Make it easier for you.
But I harbour no hate for you.

I am jealous of what he has.
I am sorry for what I lost.
I am empty because you're silent.