I can't seem to get you out of my head,
I've staggered through the last couple weeks,
I can't even get myself out of bed,
The next few nights I guess I won't sleep.
Two years and nothing has changed,
I'm still holding on with the tips of my finger nails,
Slipping away every time I see you with him,
I know you said your not in the right place but I guess I hoped that you could see past my weary eyes and smile
I know that you'll never see me the same way and I guess I'm ok with it
just don't ask me leave,
I bet that I could have been so much more than just a dead end street,
I'll pick myself up and go back to when I was just fine with being alone in my bed.
Two years and nothing has changed,
I'm still holding on with the tips of my finger nails,
Slipping away every time I see you with him,
I know you said your not in the right place but I guess I hoped that you could see past my weary eyes and smile
