I keep telling myself, things can turn around with time.
And if I wait it out, you could always change your mind
Like a fairytale, where it works out in the end.
Can I close my eyes and have you lying here again?
Then I come back down then I fade back in
Then I realise,
its just what might have been.
Someday, I just keep pretending
That you'll stay, dreaming of a different ending.
I want to hold on but it hurts so bad.
And I can't keep something, that I never had.