it can be heartbreaking, it can be bittersweet
one minute the road is straight and then it begins to bend
and what once was so clear, is now so hard to see
i don't want to run, to run so far away with the words you said
but your breath is chasing me away, its pushing me
don't tell me this it, this can't be the end
every story must have a last line
it can complete it, or leave it unfinished
what seemed so right, can seem wrong in the dim light
and what once made so much sense can seem so diminished
i don't want to close the book, it just doesn't seem right
but your intentions are pulling the hard covers together
don't tell me this it, this can't be the final 'good night'
every thing i obtain, i lose
caring is not words, words are not actions
my blood can be so warm, but it remains a shade of blue
and what was you has gotten lost admist distractions
i don't want to let go, to forget i ever hurt you
but your heart is fading, its moving away from my infractions
you don't have to tell me, these are my faults and i am your fool