How can I explain to you the picture of this avenue?
The rain falls on the street outside my window on this Tuesday afternoon.
I sit alone inside these same four walls I've lived inside.

So many lives have lived and died; but none so much as the one I lived with you.
I see you on the highway a thousand miles away.
Rain falls through your hair and cheeks.

Tears and mascara streaks.
Your face reflected in the glass.
Lines in the pavement go past just like the lines around your eyes they held the weight of all these sad goodbyes.


Everybody that I know tells me just to let it go.
You run from everything, they say;

hurt the ones you love like me.
But here I sit and picture you--fingers worn; your shirt torn through.
Your heart's so big and broke in two.

Your mind drifting through all you knew.





Afraid to love; afraid to lose;

afraid to start; afraid to choose;
afraid to live; afraid to die;
afraid you'll let your days slip by;

afraid to change or stay the same;
afraid to lose yourself again;
afraid of the truth that love can cause you so much pain.


I felt it, too.


I know.

I know.


Darling, I wish it wasn't true.