It's gonna take some time to be myself.
Losing you's not what what I expected.
I'm just a book on your shelf.
Your pages are white, and you're yet to write,
Your story that will one day be told.
So look around, and cant you see,
This part of me that needs to be free.
But you are my freedom, dont you know?
I had no intention of letting you go.
So here I stand, wishing that you,
Would come back through.
And break all my barriers.
Like once upon a time,
When you were mine.
I'd never been so free,
With your arms around me.
I'm looking around,
In this city so sound.
The silence is enough to kill me.
Avoiding this feeling way down deep,
Telling me I need to sleep.
But when I do I dream of everything we once were,
So awake and miserable is what I prefer.
What can I do?
When all I had was you?
You took my heart,
Then tore it apart.
What now is left of me?