"Please.
You told me that you'd never leave;
Now our love has lost all its leaves,
The distance is worse when you're near me.
So go.
It hurts more to fall apart slow,
To dream about warmth in the cold-
Now I'm nothing more than a whisper.
You were the one...
You were the one who picked me.
What have we become
Now have we begun our ending?
How do you know when it's over?
I have been withered since winter,
Waiting for love like it's water.
But I can't pretend any longer.
Tell me it's over.
Love is it over now?
