Leave me lying here in my bloody path,
Its to late, cant turn back,
Im not sure where we lost it but I am completely alone,
Take away my life, happiness and home,
Whats the point of breathing when I only did it for you?
Whats the point of you and me if neither of us can be true?
Im not even sure where we lost it, But I know you were gone when I turned back,
I found that nobody was standing next to me for a good mile,
How could I have gone for so long without knowing you werent there, thats quite awhile,
I must have talked to you for an hour, can you believe nobody was listening?
Can you believe that after what you have done it is still you that I am missing?
I look around me and all I can see is trees that have lost their leaves,
Kind of like you, gave in to the pressure of the season, wiped your self clean, rolled up you sleeves,
Kind of like you, so many but so few, that you really thought you knew,
But whats the real difference in one from another?
Its better to pretend this never happened, so for now Ill just close my eyes and run for cover
