I can't be the one to save you,
I can't even save myself.
A novel is formed from what you went through,
Just to collect dust upon my shelf.

Our problems are one in the same,
We both seek the chance for love.
You have sorrow and heartache to blame.
While I'm left seeking guidance above.

We both feel empty and alone,
But we won't give each other hope.
We simply fake it over the phone,
And think it helps the other cope.

Like yin with yang, we coexist,
Because alone we cease to be.
But how much longer can fate resist,
The bond between you and me?