i read you like the paper,
crumbled on my floor.
i see you've gone away,
but what difference does it make?
does it make me any better...
to stop you or to watch you as you go?
such a long time since we've spoken,
and reasons never change.
cause in the past you left me broken.
and i will run so far away,
with someone that i call my friend.
the winter left me faded in hope,
we'll die no more,
and i won't let you know.
the walk to your front door,
it brings me back to this,
but this,
i know, is wrong,
and i could stop the world for you,
but only if you wanted me to.
i've finally let go,
but it doesn't mean that i don't miss you.
and i've wanted you to know,
that i never meant that i don't miss you.
now i know that wishes don't come true,
at least not for me.
should've known the right thing wasn't you,
at least not for me.