Feelings that I hide.

Ours.

I made myself some angels wings, out of the memories we shared.

And I'm here and you're over there and it kills me not to be next to you.

But life's like this and I gotta learn that what I want isn't what I need.

I'm sorry I pretend you don't exist, it just kills me to fake a smile.

But if it was up to me, I'd rewind the tape and rewrite the script.

Because I know this tragic ending wasn't mean to be ours.