Things aren't always how they seem.
everyone seemed surprised about me and you.
But I saw it coming at us like a freight train.
Tried to run, but it was pointless.
I couldn't leave you behind, and you didn't want to leave.
And then it hit us.
Now I'm sitting here, in shock,
and I don't know where you went.
I'm not surprised.
But I still feel sick inside.
I still have questions that you won't answer.
Where did things go so wrong between us that I find myself trying to forget you?
When was "us" reduced to just memories?
Well, carve your name into my wrists. I won't feel a thing.
I'll leave you now, but not because I want to.
Because you want me to,
and I still love you.