I can count the many ways in which I've loved you
I can see the many ways in which you've pretended to care.
The growing distance between us
That only I seem to feel
The ache that lingers within my soul
Begging and pleading for some sign of hope
How much longer can my heart be ripped and repaired before the whole thing needs to be replaced?
How much more misery will I have to with stack.
Before the clock runs out and our time comes to an end
Will I ever be enough?
Will I ever feel whole again?
