How am I supposed to sleep at night
When I the way I am coping
Is by hoping I can pull you out of someone else's eyes?

But when there's so much room in my heart
For love and I can see a distant spark
What am I supposed to do but take this shot in the dark?

How am I supposed to rise at day
When the way I am surviving
Is by thriving, but am I? Or am I dying?

All of my dreams of you begin to fade
Our future, our life, our children
The dress I saw you in won't fit another anyway

How am I supposed to breathe the air
When the way I am existing
Is by forgetting every second; were you ever there?

Your mother told me I could take care of her
Chapters in a book that go unwritten
The story I would have given begins to blur

How am I supposed to feel free
When I was so secure
I was so sure of you and me?