If I could hold you,
Warm hands strong in mine;
I don't know if I could let you go

You're always walking away
And I just can't take it.
I don't think we'll make it.

(...)

We're only oceans apart
And it's my heart that's breaking.
I don't think we'll make it.

He told me he forgave me,
Then I looked him in the eyes.
He said "Life's not always what we make it to be,
Sometimes we're only getting by."

Apathy

You just walked out the door,
Heavy heart, eyes turned to the floor.
I took it well, but I can tell,
Maybe you wanted more.

I wanted to scream,
To make a scene,
I think I'm tired of living
In this Existential Dream.

With eyes wide shut,
I'm living with all you got,
and none of me.

My life is just exposition,
Your inquisition,
What am I fighting for?