I cant go back to those nights that we stayed up,
Looking at the stars outside your bedroom window.
And all those city lights you said looked so beautiful,
I said the same but I was looking at you.

Now all I see is the white painted ceiling of my room.
The sun it comes and goes but it doesn't shine through my windows.
Now all I see is the blank expression of my face,
Staring in the mirror at the waste of your space.

You don't even want me around.
Now I'm nowhere to be found.
When I lost you, I lost myself.
I still have our pictures on my shelf.

I'll tell myself that it's okay.
It's okay.