The only thing I

have left of you is

the tears that always fall.

I collect crystals

in a jar that

I keep inside the walls.

.

Oh, you'll never know

how much you mean

to me in memories.

You'll never see

the people we

never will become.

.

I'd like to think that maybe you loved me,

so I can hold on to your memory.

I'd like to think that maybe you loved me,

so I don't have to let your memory free.

.

The only thing I

have left of this is

the chess board in my room.

I never thought you'd

leave and I wouldn't

follow you soon.

.

You'll never see

the waves over the sea

that crash inside of me.

You'll never know

how hard it is

to let go.

.

I'd like to think that maybe you loved me,

so I can hold on to your memory.

I'd like to think that maybe you loved me,

so I don't have to let your memory free.

.

You'll never go

into the possible

inside the great unknown

that'll never be.

.

You'll never find

where I hide deep inside

where rain clouds never cry

for you and me.

.

You'll never go

into the possible,

where futures used to go

to plant the seeds.

.

You'll never find

the places deep inside

the shattered hearts and minds

of everything.

.

I'd like to think that maybe you loved me,

so I can hold on to your memory.

You'll never know what it's like to be me,

or how hard it is to let go of what we'll never be.