The only time I think of you
is every day and every night.
I see your face,
I hear your voice,
and sometimes it feels
like the love is still alive.
I don't know what we're fighting for,
or why this is now a battlefield,
but I can feel us crashing
and I don't think you're even sorry.
One minute it's love,
the next we can hardly speak,
and I can no longer look at you,
afraid of seeing the truth
when I look into your vacant eyes,
which look like they regret me.
