Where do we go from here?
When I've said all that has to be said?
When I've done all that can be done?

I didn't see what was so obvious,
and perhaps that hurts the most.
But it's just another disappointment,
added to the long list of mine
that keeps compiling
over
and over
and over again.

Maybe I won't be able to wake up suddenly
as cheerful as the sun on a clear day;
maybe I won't be able to act like
everything is okay
even though I told you it would be.

Maybe I won't be okay; maybe I'm not okay.
But you don't know and you'll never know
and I don't know if you think about
me more now that you understand
what I am and who I am
and who you are to me.

Time will tell, when the bell strikes midnight,
when the nights engulf your mind,
when you're alone in your room
and you have the whole universe to dream of --
you then have to look at yourself to know
if you're truly at heartbreak; because I am.