I guess you never said you needed me,
you never said you'd be there,
it didn't happen in a second,
but it ended in a glimpse.
You couldn't live without me,
but now that's all you do,
and I'm frightfully trying to hold on,
to all the memories of you.

I shouldn't even bother,
because I can see you've aged,
your heart, your mind, your body,
is of many different ways.
You pass me in a drift,
of no recognition or care,
but I will never comprehend,
how you pretend that I'm not there.

I should've seen it coming,
those words you said that night,
words you could've spoken forever,
because you were always full of shite.
Then it is my own forboding,
that landed me in this seat,
looking at you from a distance,
and lamenting for my peace.

I do not thirst to hold on,
when you have run so far,
but I cannot help but think of you,
standing behind that bar.
I guess you will always be,
a part of my life,
but I have to escape the past,
and take each day in its stride.

It's a funny thing the heart does,
when it can't get what it wants,
it screws you up and twists you round,
till you scream "I've had enough!"
But still it goes on crumbling,
and tearing apart,
each little piece of promise,
that you had from the very start.

Now maybe I can apprehend,
why you left me so,
but I will never understand why,
my heart recovers so slow.