Who am I

Without the light in my eyes

That I only ever have

When I'm looking at you?

Terrified

If I lose it

It won't ever come back

What am I

If not the love of your life

Who slips into your mind

In little things that you do?

What am I

What will I become without you?

It's not the kind of thing that you can win

It's not the kind of thing you get to choose

I'm staying up alone again

Asking questions I don't even want the answer to

Like

What are we

If not the happy ever after, perfect story

We both thought that we'd be?

And what's the point of writing sappy, catchy, pretty, little love song lyrics

When it turns out every moment

Was all building up to this

Tragedy?

And what will you become without me?

What will we become?

It's not the kind of thing you can explain

It's not the kind of thing you can refuse

Knowing that I could've stayed

Then asking questions I don't even want the answer to

It's not the kind of thing that you can win

It's not the kind of thing you get to choose

To know it's time to start again

Ask the questions I don't even want the answer to

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

I don't even want the answer

Oh

Oh

Oh

Who am I

When I don't want to heal but have to try

When I don't want leave but it's past time

To face the fear that's harbored in my mind

When saving me means saying my goodbye?