You are sitting in my bed,
Telling me all the things that I don't want to hear,
All those things that I so desperately feared,
I run away,
Reality or a dream,
I cannot decide,
Feeling my life dying inside,
Can't stand the view from the ground,

You say time will heal, patience will bring fruits,    
I still remain a plant with no roots,
My broken reality,
No place for me in your humanity,
My hope is lost in my insanity,
You say its getting harder and harder,
So why the fuck should you bother,
The first time,
it ended so fast,
The second time,
I truly thought it would last,
The third was too good to be true,
You finished it too.

I cant hear nothing in your voice,
This person is not who I thought you were,
Still, this song won't end without you,
Writing songs now alone in my bed,
Trying to interpret all my thoughts and feelings, into words
on paper,
this is what is left, of the love that we had.