Something is different this time around.
I can't put my finger exactly on it.
Sometimes I want to cry because of the memories,
Other times I just want to forget.
Too much pain is inside me.
Too much hurt in trust.
It was like what was meant to be,
All has turned to slush.
Slush isn't inside,
My nerves are in knots.
I toss and turn all night.
Do you even show a care in the world?
I can't tell, I'm 250 miles away.
Too far away to feel your touch,
Too far to even see your face.
Too far even to reach you on the line,
I'm losing you minute by minute.
Second by second.
Ignoring me seems to be your choice of direction.
You want me to regret,
I already do.
I regret ever letting you let me go.
Do you still regret letting me go yourself?
I hope behind this rough surface,
That you wish it would be okay.
You are 250 miles away breathing in the same air as I.
Why can't we seem to breathe it together?
As 'Us.'

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