I'm not living in the past,
But, baby, the present is right.
The closeness of lovers,
Is nothing like the stranger,
You are to me now.
As "over" you,
As I've found myself to be,
My nights reveal the truth.
It's only then,
That what I can't deny,
Haunts me in my sleep.
What hurts the most,
Is that this is exactly,
How it doesn't have to be.
Lonely,
Doesn't do justice,
To how absolutely alone I feel.
A hundred smiling faces,
And all I want is yours.
All these men
That don't begin to compare with you,
And a restless feeling in this heart,
That yearns for your touch, and your love,
And continously questions,
Why this is exactly,
How it doesn't have to be.
I'm not saying we can put it back together,
But I have a hard time wondering,
If we could have.
Say the word, look at me with those eyes,
And I would have followed you anywhere.
It's so hard to swallow,
This life without you,
But I get by, I hold my head high,
I hardly cry, but I can't forget,
And I can't get over,
Knowing with everything I am,
That this is exactly,
How it doesn't have to be. |
Submission Name: It Doesn't Have To Be
