the sky is clear
and now it's clear
that all that's left
are pieces of
my broken heart
a memory
a piece of fiction
that was so well written
trying to make some sense of a world without...
these waters are so calm
i'm not too sure, i've never been too sure
i don't know if i'll ever be sure, if i'll ever be sure
because oceans are endless
and she was further than oceans away
so i remain without, and i turn within
because no matter what i do i'll never have her again
but it was never about what i did and didn't have
but i can't help but think what could have been
or what i'd do or say if i ever saw her again
but it was never about what i did and didn't say