The Truth

I wish i could be with you
eight times a week
but this hill we're going down
is far too steep..

laughter heard from all around
while I'm crying
falling down..
you never knew how much you meant
and neither did i
until you left..

people say it'll be okay
i've been waiting a year
nothing's changed..
maybe someday it actually will be alright
but until then
i put up this fight..

every night i think of you
and all the things you used to do
i never knew you never loved me too
until the day you told me the truth..