How can you begin to understand me
if you don't even know how I feel?
So many battles we have won
after fighting full circles
of hopelessness and defeat.
Lately when I see you through your window,
the sun doesn't shine in your eyes anymore,
and they no longer look back into mine.
It kills me to know
I will never breathe your love again,
because I heard your last goodbye without words.
But I'll still be loving you,
even when memories fade along with my pulse.
I will never be over you,
but I hope you remember me,
you can let me go now,
set me free,
and when I'm in Heaven,
I wonder,
will you still love me the same?
