It’s late now. It’s almost tomorrow.
I’m so alone, even my skin is hollow.
With you gone, how can I keep moving?
I put one foot down, not knowing what I’m doing
except looking for you, what you were
in someone else’s face. You’re never there.
In my heart I know you never will be.
But looking is the only thing that stills me.
It’s the only thing that keeps me going
besides the wondering why and the never knowing.
Because my broken heart refuses to beat
and my tears just fall and I drag my feet
to slow down time, then turn it back
to a time before your final act
where only I would know what you had done
and I could change it all, no sad outcome.
And I’d hold you tight till you had enough.
And you would never question that you were loved.