It's that sting I get when I look at you.
The way my eyes burn. The way they tear up, but I never let them cry.
It's the way my heart aches when you look away.
It reminds me of the day we went our separate ||WAYS||

She's waiting for the one guy to come along and see past her ||LIES||
She wants him to look deep down into her eyes and see why she ((CRIES))

She's accepted the fact that you're ||GONE||
But she doesn't want to believe that you're not [[ COMING.BACK ]]

When I say I don't love you,
that's not what I really mean.
It's just that if I say it enough,
maybe I'll start to ||BELIEVE|| the lie.

She's screaming into the phone,
with tears falling from her eyes.
And as the other end becomes quiet,
she knows this is ||GOODBYE||

My heart has this belief that you're not really ||GONE||
It thinks that tomorrow the phone will ring and you'll be on the other end.
But tomorrow always comes, and you're never there.

She doesn't want tomorrow to come.
She's afraid that it will be the same as today...
She's afraid that it won't be a ||BETTER.DAY||

It appears that we weren't meant to be,
but [[NO MATTER WHAT]] you will ||ALWAYS|| be a part of me.

The more I think about ((LETTING.GO)) of you,
the more my heart wants to ||HOLD.ON||

While I was spending my time ((FORGIVING)) you,
You had already ||FORGOTTEN|| about me.