The End

I think a lot about us, and what we aren't

Maybe it's time I gave you up, and healed my scars

I think a lot about trust, I wish I had it

I've been thinking a lot about love, I thought I'd found it

But it seems I let myself fall behind

And I only noticed in hindsight

Fear crept up on me and whispered in my ear

She told me exactly what I didnt want to hear

"You're way too attached and you've got to face the facts

That if this was right you wouldn't have to fight"