Everything feels incomplete Like one part just keeps going on repeat Same old story told in different ways Halfway in, that's where the story ends It just feels like something's missing I can't get the thought out of my head Even when I thought we were finished I still wait for replies from you All day All night I try not to look desperate And so I count The seconds The minutes Until the ache becomes too strong to ignore My heart is torn We're growing apart And I can't tell if this is the good or the bad part Probably the good Cause when you finally leave It'll be much harder