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Not seeing you is what hurts the most.
I lay awake thinking what could have been.
Our memories haunt me like a ghost.
As I cry hysterically I count one to ten.

Why does what never happened haunt me?
Will he ever realize how I feel?
Why oh why can't he see?
I realize now that this heart will never heal.

The memories are on rerun:
Everything in black and white.
I only remember the sad, not the fun.
This situation has no light.

I'm running in circles forever:
Wanting to forget you and what never was.
Bud darling, I never was that clever.
Please pick me up, I've fallen down.

My heart is dead:
Never wanting to fall again.

As I gasp in pain,
I notice that there's nothing to gain.
Wanting to get out
There's always that feeling of doubt.
There's no running from this feeling.